The (gulp! ) 50th anniversary is almost upon us.
Where were you?
I, having just met the love of my life (Reader, I married him!) was right here, with the living room darkened so nothing would obscure the TV , sneaking away upstairs occasionally ( to my usually placid, easygoing father’s extreme annoyance) to finish a dress I was making for my next glamorous outing with The Boy From New York City. (The dress, in a bright orange fabric , was simplicity (and Simplicity) itself, called a “bubble dress”: a loose shift with a low elastic band so the top part “bubbles” out over the bottom at about hip level…what a forgiving style!
But enough about (beautiful young) me! Im writing to tell you, O Ratty, that if you want to celebrate the moonwalk, the spirit, the ethos, of it—
in my opinion, you can’t do better than to read (or re-read) Tom Wolfe’s wonderful The Right Stuff.
The movie is pretty good too.