To some, Michael Jackson invented the Moon Walk. To others, it means a little more. I'm a child of the Space Age (also the Age of Aquarius, the Information Age, and apparently Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs). Growing up in a time when "They can put a man on the moon," sort of spoils you for anything else. The Concorde cut transatlantic flight times in half. So? Could it leave the atmosphere? Electric cars? Big whoop. Mapping the human genome. Not bad, I guess. The Internet? Meh. I can't really think of a greater achievement than landing on the Moon since flight itself. Unfortunately, it makes everything else seem lame.

So here's a hearty "hail fellow well met" to all the good folks at NASA as they celebrate the 40^th anniversary of Neil Armstrong's Moon Walk.

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