The Eagle Has Landed.

As A Boy, Because I Was Born And Raised In Ohio, About 60 Miles North Of Dayton, The Legends Of The Wrights Have Been In My Memories As Long As I Can Remember.

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.

Ever Since I Was A Little Boy, I Dreamed I Would Do Something Important In Aviation.

I Fully Expected That, By The End Of The Century, We Would Have Achieved Substantially More Than We Actually Did.

I Am, And Ever Will Be, A White-socks, Pocket-protector, Nerdy Engineer.