Non veni pacem mittere, sed gladium.
Those were the days, and I miss them. Now, instead of reaching out to the stars, NASA is reaching out to ragheads... can I say stars?
My great-grandmother saw the first model Ts cruising in town. Before she went to the other side, she watch man land on the moon. As a child, I remember man watching the lunar landing. Which begs the question; what am I going to see?
You got to see Barack. And Americans hitching rides with Russians to get to our own space station.