Many years ago, my late father was in high school in Orlando with John Young. My sister once asked him what John Young was like. “Just another kid.” Not satisfied, my sister asked if John Young ever talked of going into space. Exasperated, my father said “Not that I ever heard. Do you think he went around wearing a model rocket on his head?”
John Young was an oil investor with my father. I have to this day my father’s NASA security clearance tag to enter highly secure facilities in New Orleans where portions of the Saturn 5 was built.