I was working on Newbury St. at a place called The English Room .It was a very exciting time.Everybody was rushing to get home because you just could not miss it!So,I made ithome and saw it all from my apt on berkeley st.Gosh as i think back on it it was trilling!

Don't remember exactly but that night we had been smoking weed and enjoying a couple of gallons of Mountain Red wine in our San Francisco storefront commune. We headed out that night to hit a bar downtown and we came across some folks waving flags in the streets, exclaiming something along the lines of "They did it!" Whatever. You know the whole thing was faked, right?

I followed the space program all through my childhood and watched the moon landing on TV with my family. That fall, I headed off to MIT to study comparative planetology in the just-renamed Department of Earth and Planetary Sciences.

I was 17 years old and my family sat in front of the TV to watch the landing. Prior to the time, dad had insured that we were getting the best reception possible. When the module landed, the family room was completely quiet. Even my brother, who was 9 was transfixed by what was going on. And then Neal Armstrong uttered those words, and I remember tearing up and being so very proud to be an American. I remember that evening as clearly as almost any event in my life. I wish we still lived in an age when our nation's collective energy was focused on such feats that produced such positive impacts on all. We all are thankful for such fore-sighted men as Mr. Armstrong and I am thankful that I was lucky enough to have experienced the history that NASA gave us.

We drove over to my Aunt Minnie's apartment to watch Neil Armstrong land on the moon, because she had a color tv. It was broadcast in B&W.

I don't remember, having been born a few months earlier, but apparently I watched with my Great-Grandfather, who could remember when the airplane was invented.

I remember being a cranky six year-old when my parents woke me up to watch. I'm glad they did.