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The [moon] Surface Is Fine And Powdery. I Can Kick It Up Loosely With My Toe. It Does Adhere In Fine Layers Like Powdered Charcoal To The Sole And Sides Of My Boots. I Only Go In A Small Fraction Of An Inch, Maybe An Eighth Of An Inch, But I Can See The Footprints Of My Boots And The Treads In The Fine Sandy Particles.

I Am Comfortable With My Level Of Public Discourse.

Gliders, Sail Planes, They're Wonderful Flying Machines. It's The Closest You Can Come To Being A Bird.

For Those Who May Ask What They Can Do To Honor Neil, We Have A Simple Request. Honor His Example Of Service, Accomplishment And Modesty, And The Next Time You Walk Outside On A Clear Night And See The Moon Smiling Down At You, Think Of Neil Armstrong And Give Him A Wink.

This Blowing Dust Became Increasingly Thicker. It Was Very Much Like Landing In A Fast Moving Ground Fog.