40 years ago tonight

I slept through Neil Armstrong’s first step on the moon, despite my parents’ best efforts to rouse me.
Well, it was really late, we’d been waiting f’in’ hours for them to get off the stick and go out the door, and I was only 9-1/2 years old. Gimme a break.
And yes, gosh darnit, there is a Masonic conspiracy to take over the moon.
And we’ll get on that just as soon as we decide whether to re-lamp the lodge hall with incandescent or fluorescent.