I'd be remiss to not mention the 40th anniversary of mankind's greatest achievement.
July 20, 1969. I listened via a transistor radio. The reception was awful, it being in the middle of a jungle and all, and trying to decipher what was going on through one of those horrid ear plugs made it nearly impossible to tell what was going on.
Neal made it, there and back. I made it there and back. Doesn't seem like 40 years though, now does it.
What DOES seem to be pretty much spot-on is the incessant bitching and moaning the Russkies did, and continue to do...
MOSCOW — "When Neil Armstrong stepped onto the surface of the moon, it was a first for the Soviet Union — the first time the U.S. had beaten the U.S.S.R in the space race.
Forty years later, the memory of that loss of primacy still seems to sting the Russian soul."
Hahahahahahahahahaha. Cough. Whew. Never fails to give me a chortle fit. And the fact that the Russians STILL haven't made it there is sooooooooo sweet.