Confiscated tennis balls? Amazing.
In 1971 my grade school hosted rocket launches on Saturday morning. In 1963/4 in Anaheim the neighbor two doors down from us (a policeman) placed a tin can on a brick in the middle of the street, lit its fuse, and I (four years old) watched as that tin can (filled with gunpowder) shot high up into the sky. That same street, on Independence Day, was festive with fireworks that are distant memories.
Why do I bring these up? Just memories of my childhood, of a world gone — when America had spirit and goals and wasn’t timid. I miss it.
Shades of October Sky, the movie rendition of Rocket Boys by Homer Hickham. Link
A great movie and a true story to share with your kids. My kids gave it to us for an anniversary present one year and we have thoroughly enjoyed it and lent it to others.
(Vanity) In Praise of a Simpler Time, or, Dude, Where's My Childhood?
Cheers!