I'd Like To Say I Was Smart

The Suit Was So Clumsy, Being Pressurized, It Was Impossible To Get Two Hands Comfortably On The Handle And It's Impossible To Make Any Kind Of A Turn. It Was Kind Of A One-handed Chili-dip.

Of Course, In Our Grade School, In Those Days, There Were No Organized Sports At All. We Just Went Out And Ran Around The School Yard For Recess.

Of Course I Was Delighted The Flight Was Over, But I Still Had To Worry About Cleaning Up Inside The Cabin, I Had To Worry About The Hatch, How To Get In The Sling, And So On.

I Think About The Personal Accomplishment, But There's More Of A Sense Of The Grand Achievement By All The People Who Could Put This Man On The Moon.

You Know, Being A Test Pilot Isn't Always The Healthiest Business In The World.