It was 50 years ago today that three men left Florida headed up. Way up. I’ll admit, I am old enough to remember July of 1969 and the journey of Apollo 11. I even remember exactly where I was on July 20, 1969, when they reached their destination. In fact, I’ll probably be in pretty much the exact same spot this Saturday evening for the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing.
There will be one difference. I won’t be hanging on to the rabbit ears, trying desperately to get better reception on an old black and white television. Although I’m not sure a better picture was in the cards. Sure, TV reception in rural Nova Scotia wasn’t exactly the best in those days, but the feed coming back from the moon was exactly top notch either.
The thing is, by now, I had kind of hoped I would have headed out myself on a trip to another part of the solar system. But for some reason, we stopped. Maybe we should start trying to explore the universe once again. At least it would get us away from some of the insanity on earth.
