NYT article about books about the moon landing.
The story of the moon landings is an oft-told tale, but one that feels stranger with each new telling. Walter Cronkite’s prediction, that after Apollo 11 “everything else that has happened in our time is going to be an asterisk,” wound up playing out backward. In our pop-historical memory of the 1960s, Project Apollo is the footnote, an oddball offshoot from assassinations, Vietnam and Charles Manson. Since 1972, no human has traveled beyond low-Earth orbit, a situation that makes one imagine what things might be like if, after Lindbergh’s flight, the species had contentedly gone back to making do with boats and trains.
but Lindburgh landed in Paris…
do you compare Paris to the bland, boring surface of the moon? and Parisians to those hostile moon men? who stole astronaut Maynard Campbell right from out of the lunar module, never to be heard from again?
[I seem to always misspell ‘Lindbergh’– sorry]
just correct it in your head