It began last Friday night when for some reason or other, I watched “Destination Moon” once again on Channel 10’s Chiller, marvelling at how closely they predicted the actual moon landing. Then all weekend I was consumed with an above normal mania for space flight.
Lightning struck on Wednesday. I was at work and the editor said four astronauts were at nearby Wright-Patterson AFB and were going to hold a press conference. It was then 9:30 a.m. He didn’t know which astronauts – as if that mattered to me!
GEE! GOSH! WOW! HOLY ROSCOE!
I was grimly determined I would fiercely elbow TV cameramen and TV newsmen out or the way so that one of the Star begotten could ask A REAL SPACEMAN!!! a few questions and just stand humbly in his presence.