July 20, 1969
In July of 1969, at the tender age of 12, I was a fanatical model builder and a military aviation enthusiast. Especially World War II aviation. I built a lot of model airplanes. It was my obsession, really. Trips to the late Orange Blossom Hobbies on 36th Street were a thrice-monthly ritual I relished as a way to put away the tedium of school and bowls of boiled spinach at lunch. I loved anything having to do with airplanes. The US space program, Mercury, Gemini and then Apollo, became an extension of that hobby. I was in love with the idea of what we were doing. So it was, that on a hot July evening, I sat on the living room couch with my mother and father to watch the Apollo 11 Lunar Excursion Module be the first human craft to land on another world. Forty years ago today, there was hope in my young mind for the promise of what America was and could be.
Would that we could recover that American spirit today.
FIRST SET FOOT UPON THE MOON
JULY 1969 A.D.
WE CAME IN PEACE FOR ALL MANKIND