Tuesday, July 21, 2009
My father was an early to bed early to rise person (as am I) but he made an exception on the night of July 20, 1969 to see the "walk on the moon" broadcast. He made no comment except to say that he didn't think that would happen in his lifetime. As we lived in the East, it was after midnight when we were done with that historic event and then we went to bed.
I said,"Happy Birthday" to him because we had stayed up long enough for it to be 21 July. I was 21 years old. Ten days later, I was to meet the man I married. And the rest, as is said, is history.