found online by Raymond
From Max’s Dad:
Then I went downstairs where Dad, Mom and my brother were gathered. The Moon Landing was on. Shit, really? The Moon Landing paled in comparison to my obvious blatant screw job I’d just endured. Right?
Then it came on TV. Wow! What baseball team? What summer camp?
The Moon Landing in 1969 was such an event as Neil Armstrong said for mankind. I remember Cronkite (my Dad never watched anybody but Uncle Walter and later Dan Rather) taking off his glasses and exclaiming a joy and pride in his nation. So similar a gesture as it was in 1963 when he took off his glasses to fight back tears.
It is one of the childhood memories of being with my family and witnessing history I cherish.