As you probably know, this is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing of Apollo XI. As someone in his teens at the time, it was an audacious feat and a breathtaking moment in the history of humankind.
The astronauts who walked on its surface left footprints and a space buggy that has now been joined by 'moss piglets.'
I love when science is magic and magic becomes art.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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