Where were you when Apollo 11 landed on the surface of the moon the night of July 20, 1969? What do you recall about that moment, and about those times?
I was just a kid, living at the time on Cape Cod, where my father was stationed. I stayed up late to watch the moment with my mom, along with Walter Cronkite no doubt, and the moon never looked the same to me afterward. Even now, it’s a little strange to look up and think that men once walked its surface.
Of course, a lot of Americans weren’t even alive back then and thus have no memory of it. So I’d also be curious about their perceptions of the space program and the moonshot. Is it just an obsession from another era, like Hula Hoops and peace signs? Or is it a more lasting achievement, an actual “giant leap for mankind” that deserved the hoopla it generates?
UPDATE: You’ll see a lot of press coverage today on the moon shot, and for good reason. But at Time magazine, Jeffrey Kluger has a nicely done feature on the “moon walkers,” the roughly two dozen men who actually walked the lunar surface and then returned to an earthbound existence.