Was it really thirty-five years ago?
July 21, 1969. Bratty young me watching fuzzy black-and-white TV pictures of Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin bouncing around on the Moon. (Who the heck remembers the Third Guy, Michael Collins, orbiting in the Command Module?) Not that, at the time, I really understood what was going on. Now I do, and it still stuns me that we haven't been back in decades.
Well, I wouldn't want to live there, but I'd surely love to visit. One day ...
Well, I wouldn't want to live there, but I'd surely love to visit. One day ...