One Small Step for a man ...
Today was "Moon Day," or so they called it. The day, in 1969, when Neil Armstrong and Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin landed on the moon. I was there, as they say, if only watching on television. The space program was a big deal to me. As a child of the 1960s (born in 1957 - my parents called my pacifier "Sputnik") the space program was the stuff of wonder for a child. I have vague memories of the Gemini missions on TV, and more vivid memories of Apollo. I would look back on the Mercury program of the early 1960s in the same way I would look back on the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, and the Kennedy assassination(s), and remember with childlike wonder how such things could happen in America. I saw it, but the child didn't process it. I guess you have to be my age (57) or older to have any sort of perspective on the Apollo moon landing. I don't think you could have been any younger than that to have any real idea what was going on. The 1960s were a turbulent ...