the candle flame gutters. its little pool of light trembles. darkness gathers. the demons begin to stir. - carl sagan
It's a funny thing. I remember distinctly where I was and what I was doing when JFK was shot. But, as obsessed as I was with the subject of space travel in 1969, I don't have any direct memory of the landing or of when Armstrong stepped onto the Moon.
in front of an old Blaupunkt TV set,with my Grand Mamma... she slept and she was snoring... I couldn't slept for two days ... I was puzzled!clever post Helen
In a cold war submarine somewhere illegal, so I missed it :-(