July 20, 1969, just under a decade after the late President John F Kennedy challenged the nation to put a man on the moon and safely return him, Neil Armstrong and Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin became the first earthlings to land on the surface of the moon.
I recorded the event from live TV using a Sony reel-to-reel stereo tape deck and microphones. I still remember those immortal words as the LEM Eagle (Armstrong was also an Eagle Scout) maneuvered for it's historic touchdown:
...series of beeps...
Aldrin: "30 seconds. Contact light. Okay. Engine stop,"
Armstrong: "Shutdown. (pause)... Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed".
Mission Control: "You got a bunch of guys about to turn blue. We're breathing again".
I had just graduated high school in Tacoma, Washington and was taking flying lessons from Oswald's Flying Service in nearby Fircrest - one of several private airports which are now long gone and replaced with the inevitable strip malls. It was a glorious sunny Sunday and I was scheduled to take my first solo flight in a Piper PA-28 Cherokee 140 later in the evening. After my solo, I taxiied up to the apron, a guy came running out of the office and said, "Man, they're hopping all around up there."
I drove the 4 miles home in my green 1967 VW Beetle. It was always a weird feeling being confined to only 2 dimension transportation after a 3 dimensional experience of flight. Despite still being very much daylight (darkness didn't settle in the Puget Sound region until well after 10pm), there wasn't a soul on the road. No one. No kids outside playing, no dogs barking. It was as eerie as those sci-fi movies where a scene of a deserted New York City is shown with only newspapers blowing in the street. When I got home, I watched the rest of the first lunar EVA. I thought, "Geeze, what a bummer. Here it is my big day and I'm being upstaged by these guys."