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Your moon landing stories reminded me of mine — I was almost 10 at the time, my family had taken us camping that weekend to a campground at Big Pines in the mountains northeast of Los Angeles; a ski area on the top of a mountain. As the name suggested, the campground area had lots of big pines!

When it got dark, the moon was visible in full glory through the pine trees, and though most people camping there had tents; someone had a camper on the back of a truck - and a only recently available portable 12-volt TV, with maybe a 6-inch screen. They set it up on the tailgate of the truck, and eventually everyone in the campground ended up sitting around it watching the moon landing and walk; maybe 25-30 people total.

It was especially moving because of being able to just look up through the trees and see the moon where it was happening!

It was also memorable in a different way because my three-speed bicycle was stolen that night in Los Angeles; turned out there was quite the crime wave during the moonwalk. I was told streets were very quiet then, except for people who had strong reasons to be out!

Dave Bard

Independence (July 29)

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