Stepping Small

Neil Armstrong was laid to rest last week. He lived near Cincinnati, and fittingly, the moon on the night of his burial was full and, as it happened, blue.


I haven't said anything about Armstrong's passing, because so many others have said what I would have said and said it better. I remain firm in my belief that humanity's future ultimately lies beyond this world, and I hope that Armstrong's footsteps won't have been the first of just a few that were never taken again.