It’s one of karma’s delicate mysteries that today will be remembered for a tragedy, but also remembered for one of our greatest achievements.
I was at my grandmother’s house on Northport Point, Michigan, on July 20, 1969. I was sixteen. We thought we had taken that step into the final frontier together. I still think we did, no matter our human failings and flaws, and I still hope that we’ll keep going no matter how hard it is to keep going.