ONE OF THE EARLIEST MEMORIES in my life was in the late fall of 1957. I was 6 years old and I remember my father taking me out into the “country” as he called it—to get a view of Sputnik, the first man-made satellite to orbit the earth. There, we pulled over into a field, away from the city lights, and stared at the night sky. It was late, and I remember being elated as my father pointed to a moving “star” traveling slowly across the dark night sky. Since that night, I was a fan of all the space flights, both Russian and American. I saved every newspaper (still have them), and followed the first astronauts like Alan Shepard and John Glenn.
Enjoy this earlier post readers. And thanks for feeding the goldfish.