Forty-five years ago, my mother was seven months pregnant with me when the “eagle landed” on the moon.
Whether you were born or not when the Apollo 11 mission landed on the moon was actually a thing with my classmates. One of my closest friends growing up was actually born today.
I don’t feel like our government could actually achieve anything comparable today.
Jim Rockford is dead. Let us mourn.
I was in the Navy, based ashore so I was able to see the landing on TV. No, we can’t accomplish anything comparable today. Futile wars are the only things we seem to be willing to pay huge amounts of money to undertake. The sadly ironic part is that if we committed the same kind of money to energy independence we wouldn’t have to fight those wars.
I once encountered a solitary Dayak, excepting his dogs, hunting boar deep in the rainforest of equatorial East Borneo. We squatted and ‘chatted’ for some time in our mutually broken Bahasa about ourselves and our tribes. At some point he pointed to the rising moon, asking, “So are you one of them?” He was most impressed.