Perhaps the finest moment in the life of our species. Forty-two years ago today, on a hot summer evening.
A species from this planet …
Landed on its moon.
And walked around.
And changed our fundamental understanding of the Universe.
Not many sentient species ever accomplish this feat.
A holy day, whether a holiday or not.
Happy Moon Day!
(This was as reprint of last year’s post. Which was in lieu of my previous annual Moon Day post, “A Secret History of Neil Armstrong,” which is read virtually every day all around that blue marble we stared at from lunar orbit in 1968.)
[Programming note: tomorrow we have ANOTHER big anniversary, which has nothing to do with the end of the Space Shuttle program with the landing of Atlantis.]
A writer, published author, novelist, literary critic and political observer for a quarter of a quarter-century more than a quarter-century, Hart Williams has lived in the American West for his entire life. Having grown up in Wyoming, Kansas and New Mexico, a survivor of Texas and a veteran of Hollywood, Mr. Williams currently lives in Oregon, along with an astonishing amount of pollen. He has a lively blog His Vorpal Sword. This is cross-posted from his blog.