Chez Chesler

I'm a tweener. I watched the Moon Landing - we'd come back from a summer in a bungalow colony to see it - but I didn't get the significance of that, or of seeing the Mets winning the World Series on that same B&W TV a few months later. We beat the Russkies. We fulfilled JFK's vision. We came in peace. We learned about Tang and Velcro. What's the point? As many have said, a robot can do the job just as well. If we can terraform the Moon or Mars as a backup plan for when we crap this planet up, we can re-terraform this place too. It has to be a lot easier to fix a place that's already got water and oxygen and is just a few degrees too hot. (I think I've just advocated for the ultimate staycation.)

Labels: 1969, moon landing, space exploration