I remember that day.

"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."

My best friend at the time took the headlines from the newspaper and wrapped it in plastic. He suggested I do the same so I could preserve history.

And a couple of weeks later, after a two week stretch of cloudy rainy weather, I was at another friends house. His name was Ed...and he was kind of dumb with real big feet...he had a little brother who was smart but had a speech impediment. They called his little brother "Jimmity Cricket"...because....well, he was a little guy...and he did look a bit like a cricket.
But the mother...now she was the wise one. As I stood there on that sick looking lawn between the chain link fence and the three-story gray apartment building with clothing from three generations-kids pajamas up to baggy old work pants that had seen many a factory day-flapping in the wind on clothes-lines, she put her hands on her hips above that polka-dot apron, looked up into the pastel sky and said...."mmm....hmmmm...mmm...this weather, I dunno. We shouldn't be messin' with that moon."