This is a reprint from January 15th, 2014 but every full Moon gets the same. The picture Dominique sent me as her reply. Thanks girl.
I tried to take a picture of tonight's full moon to no avail, iphones do not do very well at that. Of course a full moon always waxes poetically with me. I think of when we as American's stood on that orb.
I remember back in the days of the space race I was very into it as a young snot. Mom and Dad would wake me at all hours of the late night to see grainy black and white television of Gemin...i link ups and Apollo live feeds of orbits around the moon as we reached beyond the horizon and stood ready to land on the moon. Was it really made of green cheese?
We were on our families first three week vacation and were headed to Seattle the long way to visit a good friend of Dad's that had moved to the great white north. The long way included Idaho, Montana, Alberta, British Columbia before dropping into Washington. We made it to Battle Mountain, Nevada the first day and visited Craters of the Moon Nation National Monument in Idaho of all places on our trip North. We had made it to Glacier National Park and were in East Glacier when they had landed on the Moon. Being gone for three weeks a laundry day was in order and East Glacier had just the ticket. There was a bar of sorts next to the laundromat and Dad had talked to the bartender I guess and I could peek my head into the side door and see the television at the back corner of the bar and see them bouncing around in grainy wonder.
When the moon is full and bright I think back to that day. A skinny little eight year old with a fascination to reach to the stars or bounce across a distant celestial body. I think as I look heavenward; we stood there, there are footprints on that surface. I will not get into the arguments that we did not need to go there, or it was fake, or whatever the latest pundits want to vent about. I just gaze upward and remember that day...peeking around the corner of a empty dark bar in East Glacier, Montana...watching a fuzzy black and white television of Neil and Buzz bouncing around an American flag stuck into the surface of the Moon. Where were you?
I remember back in the days of the space race I was very into it as a young snot. Mom and Dad would wake me at all hours of the late night to see grainy black and white television of Gemin...i link ups and Apollo live feeds of orbits around the moon as we reached beyond the horizon and stood ready to land on the moon. Was it really made of green cheese?
We were on our families first three week vacation and were headed to Seattle the long way to visit a good friend of Dad's that had moved to the great white north. The long way included Idaho, Montana, Alberta, British Columbia before dropping into Washington. We made it to Battle Mountain, Nevada the first day and visited Craters of the Moon Nation National Monument in Idaho of all places on our trip North. We had made it to Glacier National Park and were in East Glacier when they had landed on the Moon. Being gone for three weeks a laundry day was in order and East Glacier had just the ticket. There was a bar of sorts next to the laundromat and Dad had talked to the bartender I guess and I could peek my head into the side door and see the television at the back corner of the bar and see them bouncing around in grainy wonder.
When the moon is full and bright I think back to that day. A skinny little eight year old with a fascination to reach to the stars or bounce across a distant celestial body. I think as I look heavenward; we stood there, there are footprints on that surface. I will not get into the arguments that we did not need to go there, or it was fake, or whatever the latest pundits want to vent about. I just gaze upward and remember that day...peeking around the corner of a empty dark bar in East Glacier, Montana...watching a fuzzy black and white television of Neil and Buzz bouncing around an American flag stuck into the surface of the Moon. Where were you?
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