As I Step Off At The Surface

Prepare For The Unknown, Unexpected And Inconceivable . . . After 50 Years Of Flying I'm Still Learning Every Time I Fly.

The Mass Gross Absence Of Sound In Space Is More Than Just Silence.

The Moon Is Bland In Color. I Call It Shades Of Gray. You Know, The Only Color We See Is What We Bring Or The Earth, Which Is Looking Down Upon Us All The Time. And To Find Orange Soil On The Moon Was A Surprise.

I Was A Child Of World War Two . I Saw Films Of Pilots Taking Off From Aircraft Carriers And Decided That Was The Only Thing I Wanted To Do. And It Had To Be Flying From Sea Carriers. Airfields Were Not Enough.

I'm Quite Disappointed That I'm Still The Last Man On The Moon.