I remember. That night. When 'man in the moon' became so much more than just a saying, because there were men on the moon.
I remember my Dad's excitement. He was positively giddy! He tried to tell me that he could actually see Neil Armstrong --the man ON the moon. 9 year-old me pooh-poohed that, because my daddy was not a silly person.
I didn't understand his giddy excitement then. I do now. What a amazing thing! What a wonder!
You see my dad was born before the Wright brothers flew. He saw Halley's Comet in 1910. He drove a Model T Ford when he was 15 years old, he watched the barnstormers fly by. He listened to programs on the radio, and when those programs moved to television he was one of the first people in that area to own a television set, so he wouldn't miss his programs.
He watched the birth of the modern world as we know it, as he grew up and lived his life.
The wonder of it all. He was a simple man. The wonder overwhelmed him.
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