Buzz Aldrin After a mere four and a half hours of sleep, I woke to the sound of rain this morning. Before I woke I had been dreaming that a girl I knew from grade school and part of high school was my girlfriend. Most of the dream took place where I had been kayaking in Canada, which I thought was odd. The last time when I spoke with her was last year, so she would have no knowledge of me being there. She really wasn't someone that I had kept in touch with either. The only reason that I got back in touch with her last year was because she worked at the same place as my last girlfriend. In the dream she was a younger version of herself, not the person that I saw last year. It was her before her divorce and two children. She always struck me as a sad person. I spent most of the day on the computer moving and deleting files. What may have been important enough to save three months ago sometimes is worthless to me now and I have no problem getting rid of it. For some reason I like to know exactly what I have stored and where on my computer. People who save and shuffle files at random mystify me. After I finished the computer housecleaning, I did some more research on the Apollo 11 landing and hoped that the media would give some attention to it tomorrow. It isn't any secret that I have always had the greatest respect and admiration for Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin. Those men are amazing. Armstrong impresses me even more by the low profile that he has kept since he returned to earth all those years ago. He declines interviews and autographs. He doesn't commercialize what he achieved. No one else can say that they were the first man to walk on the moon and he doesn't abuse that position. The second man on the moon, Aldrin, will be in Chicago on Wednesday for a moon rock ceremony, but I can't make it there and back on a day that I work. I'm not sure what appeals to me about the space program. I guess on a high level I see it as a sign of what humanity can achieve when it isn't trying to self destruct. Then again I am just one of those people who can't help but wonder what is going on in the night sky. I remember when I got my first telescope. Actually the first time that I asked for one I got a microscope instead. Maybe my parents thought that I would use the telescope to spy on people, but I'm not sure. Of course the first thing that I focused on was the moon. I had to see those craters close up. It was so odd to think that in the year I was born people had walked there. It was more incredible than any of the science fiction that I had read.
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