Sunday, July 20, 2014

Forty five years ago.

It was hot and humid. We dragged the "portable" 100 pound TV and it's rickety tubular stand out onto the porch along with a few kitchen chairs and some folding chairs.

We wiggled the rabbit ear antenna until we got the best picture possible. My father wanted Walter Cronkite but he was on CBS and the closest CBS station was in Hartford so it was a struggle to get a clear picture.

In the long run, it really didn't matter because the picture that was shown to us was fuzzy as hell to begin with and no matter how often we made my little brother Tom get up and hold onto the antenna to make a better picture, it just wasn't going to get any clearer.

For two hours we watched couple of guys in a small cabin as they stood around flipping switches with the occasional commentary thrown in from Uncle Walter about what was happening.

Then, right around 11:00 pm, I got to see something that was the coolest thing any eleven year old kid had ever seen. I got to watch a guy walk on the surface of a planet that was not the earth.

What the hell happened to my country? Why can't we do something like that now?

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