I Think If There Was Anything I

Start At The End And Work Back.

The [moon] Surface Is Fine And Powdery. I Can Kick It Up Loosely With My Toe. It Does Adhere In Fine Layers Like Powdered Charcoal To The Sole And Sides Of My Boots. I Only Go In A Small Fraction Of An Inch, Maybe An Eighth Of An Inch, But I Can See The Footprints Of My Boots And The Treads In The Fine Sandy Particles.

Good Luck, Mr. Gorsky!

Damn I Really Did It. I Blew The First Words On The Moon, Didn't I?

The One Thing I Regret Was That My Work Required An Enormous Amount Of My Time, And A Lot Of Travel.