One small step...

I remember watching the first walk on the moon forty years ago tonight -- back in the summer of 1969. I was eight, almost nine. My sisters and I got to stay up extra late because it was just such a huge event. My mother made jello (which, for her, was quite an effort.) And, my grandfather, an Irish immigrant who was 80 at the time, kept pacing around the living room. He just couldn't believe it.