The Moment I met the Eponymous(e) Dmitri
(Moment One is history. He fled the coop, so to speak. Well, he was given flying lessons across the little brown creek at the foot of the garden by one of my less-mously-inclined family members, and did not return. )
The Blue Crab and the Red Nose
Moment Two was more recent, as I contemplated the tragic blue beauty of a condemned crab in a restaurant window. Adding insult to injury, my luminous(e) nez/nariz/schnozzola was in perfect harmony with a crimson car in the background. Which reminds me now of the Luminous Dong.