In 1969-70 the US had Apollo Fever. The Apollo Moon landings - at least for kids like me - were the biggest thing ever. Bigger than my Kindergarten teacher's hairstyle. Bigger than The Banana Splits. Bigger than watching Brady Bunch on Fridays at 8pm. Imagine that this fever was so strong that someone felt the urgency to crochet the Moon Landing. Are the astronauts holding hands? How Aquarian. I see that the American flag has taken its rightful place in the Solar System, overbearing Earth and the Lunar surface in a way that some left-leaning politicos might consider indicative of our culture.
But I'll tell you what Skipper...I reckon if looking up into the midnight sky meant that I would see our country's flag instead of bunch of pesky little stars in places we don't know nothing about? Well doggonnit I'll take Old Glory my friend. USA USA USA...
But I'll tell you what Skipper...I reckon if looking up into the midnight sky meant that I would see our country's flag instead of bunch of pesky little stars in places we don't know nothing about? Well doggonnit I'll take Old Glory my friend. USA USA USA...
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