In the wake of the beautiful and awe-inspiring coverage of the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 lunar landing, I had to confess: 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 there, and to be seen?
Was …
