The less said of yesterday, the better ( Read more... )

I suppose that I ought tell the story of how, on July 21, 1969, when I was five years old (that's forty-three years ago), my mother made me stay awake to see Neil Armstrong step out onto the lunar surface. It wasn't easy. After all, 10:56 p.m. EDT is fairly late for a five-year-old. But she did it. And I saw. And she said, "Watch this. It's ( Read more... )