Neil Armstrong died yesterday. He was 82 years old.
Neil Armstrong is one of the first obvious heroes I can remember. My maternal grandparents gave me Webster’s Encyclopedia of Dictionaries as a present when I was eight or so. I used it all, but I camped on the space exploration section in it. I can remember thinking no one could be cooler than Neil Armstrong.
I’ve mentioned before that I wish I’d seen Apollo 11 on television. I didn’t. I’m not quite old enough. I missed it by that much. But there’s no doubt in my mind that Neil Armstrong had what might have been the single greatest experience to date that a single human being could have. It’s still mostly more than I can fathom. Look up at that moon tonight, dudes and dolls. He stood there. He was the first person to stand there.
Thank you, sir. RIP.