Jul 19
I don’t have a good moon-landing story. Forty years ago, I was 15. I watched the grainy, black-and-white video of the landing on a snowy, black-and-white TV. I always associate the moon landing — for some reason — with the Miracle Mets of 1969 and with my fervent participation that summer in a theater workshop for teens. The space program and I grew up together. TV sets would be wheeled into my grade-school classrooms to watch the Mercury launches. I was as enthralled as any other kid bac
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