See, there is the light. Right outside the deadline. But, even if I could go out. Where would I go? The Sunday Columbia Pike farm market. I can walk that far. Where else? Walk up to Long Branch Nature Center. I am not ready to hop on a bus for no good reason.
A National Park Service friend of mine wrote this afternoon:
We watched the space X launch as a family. It was a remarkable moment capping the end of a truly awful week in a terrible year.
And it reminds me that America is a complicated place, and even our past space triumphs took place in the midst of social and cultural challenges.
If you’ve not heard “Whitey On The Moon” you owe it to yourself to listen, and today is a good day to do so.
Eric is Superintendent of Minuteman Missile National Historic Site. He started out in the Park Service some 20 years ago as an Interpreter. And in one sentence he certainly interpreted May 30, 2020. Thank you, Eric.
Gratitude
Sunshine, fluffy white clouds, brussel sprouts, delivery people, ARPANET, just for starters.
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