Who could forget, who could forget....

Sitting in a classroom in St George's College in Harare; listening through a storm of static on a little radio to the halting voice of Neil Armstrong doing his small step and giant leap - and then trekking to a cinema in Harare a week or two later, to see the actual footage of the moon landing - in black and white, so fuzzy it was hardly visible, but we wouldn't have missed it for the world.  For a 14-yr-old science fiction aficionado, this was Christmas, the Millenium and the Holy Grail, all wrapped into one.

So it was entirely fitting that, on my way to the airport at 5 am yesterday, I commemorated the 40th anniversary of Apollo 11's successful mission with Jethro Tull's "For Michael Collins, Jeffery and me" (Benefit album, 1970) - loudly.  Commiserating with Michael Collins.

"I'm with you, LEM
Though it's a shame that it had to be you
The mother ship is just a blip
From your trip made for two
I'm with you boys, so please employ just a little extra care
It's on my mind, I'm left behind
When I should have been there
Walking with you..."

We marvel now that it was done with slide rules, with less computing power than is now packed in the average cell phone, that 1950s technology was driving a 1960s achievement.  That it was probably done for all the wrong reasons - we didn't care then, and we shouldn't care now.

We took a step off the planet.

And then we stepped back.

Ah, well.

"And the yellow soft mountains
Grow very still
Witness as intrusion
The humanoid thrill"