Kickass, the doorstop dog, joins the keeper in noting that it has been 54 years since Neal Armstrong walked in the moon, one of those where-was-I-at-the-time remembering events: Phyllis was raising kids in a small Wisconsin town. The keeper was roaming the state from his Madison home in search of column material for the Milwaukee Journal.
And you were………………………………….?
It was an exciting time for all of us, not being sure if Neal’s walk had any more significance than the cow jumping over the moon but somehow thinking that we had entered a new age when miraculous things were possible.
Some of those things have happened, of course, but it hasn’t been all “miraculous.”
Hey diddle diddle,
The politicians do fiddle.
And some jump over the moon.
The little folks laugh,
To see such a sight,
Not knowing it spells their doom.