Often I don’t remember what I had for dinner the previous night, but I remember vividly what I was doing when Neil Armstrong stepped on the Moon.
It was a beautiful Sunday in Berkeley, CA three days before my 23 birthday. I’d spent the morning playing tennis at the old Merritt College on Grove St. I guess I was looking cute in my white shorts as I hitch-hiked home because I snagged a ride with a tall, gorgeous UC Berkeley law student.
Instead of heading towards home, we hung out. She took me to a sorority house and introduced me to her girlfriends. All of these ladies were strong, opinionated black women. I really got an education on how they felt about their men back in 1969.
I ended up back at her apartment. I was laying on the floor in front of the TV with my head in her lap, both of us naked, as Armstrong spoke his famous words.
Now how could I ever forget that?
btw: Here’s my other moon landing story…
I believe I was 5 years old, outside playing freeze tag or something like that :-)
Now I feel really old. Thank you young lady!
I don’t remember exactly what I was doing but I had to have been watching TV. I just know my finger prints was on the moon with him. My whole work place got to touch the boards of the phone to go on the trip.
I know if my day had not been so memorable I may have forgotten where I was at the time…