Tuesday, July 21, 2009
One Giant Leap
Suddenly, almost magically, I didn't mind being my age yesterday. Because on July 20, 1969, I was there. watching the single greatest achievement in the history of humanity.
For a brief shining moment we were one world, one person, all of us dancing on the silver lunar dust. Even as a little kid I could feel it, knowing I was witnessing a miracle. The wonders of Jules Verne, H.G. Wells, and Edgar Rice Burroughs had become real right before my eyes, on our old fuzzy b&w TV screen.
The sight of Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walking on the Moon changed me that night. I felt mysteriously different after watching the Great Event. I remember going out in my dewy backyard and looked up at the Moon glowing against the deep Kentucky sky. I thought, "There are people up there! Right now! Men walking on the Moon!"
I wanted to be up there, too. More than anything.
I still do.
Boy, do I ever...