One giant leap

In the wake of the beautiful and awe-inspiring coverage of the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 lunar landing, I have a horrible confession to make: I don’t remember seeing this historic event on television as it happened, live in 1969. It concerns me deeply: was I painting my fingernails in my lavender bedroom? Was I going around and around the Dairy Queen in a blue Chevrolet to see who was ther…