I’ve always felt sorry for Mike Collins, driving all the way to the moon but not allowed out of the car to look around.
Why doesn’t anyone go to the moon anymore? What happened to our optimism?
I doubt I would use the word ‘casualty’. There is nothing casual about killing.
If I had a wish it would be this: that Google maps could take me, not to just anywhere on the planet, but to anywhere in time.
I learned that adults were not soaring gods, but rather back-yard birds with broken wingtips. When you are thirteen, about to free-fall into the real world, discovering the broken wingtips is terrifying.
