We stayed up to hear the Eagle landing, but then my father went to bed. The shortwave was crackly, making the rough transmissions from the moon even harder to understand, but my sister and I stayed glued to it until the giant step. It was late and we were tired, so after about a quarter hour of operations on the moon I went outside to stare at the moon through the African clouds.
It was the culmination of an innocent dream. Not a holy dream, and not something to sustain us, but a happy one and a unifying one--a little of all of us walked with them that day.
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