I must take a moment and mention that I once worked for NASA.
Not that anyone might care but I feel bravado as I watch the ship take off for space.
It was called NASA STIF-”Science and Technical Information Facility”, located in Fort Meade, Maryland. That name has since been changed, I forget to what.
It was really a huge storage facility of space souvenirs. The most famous one was the first space suit worn by the first man on the moon.
It was in a glass cage but one was allowed to go in and put arms in sleeves. Employees could bring their kids in, which I did. They loved it.
Just some thoughts and memories.
I was terrible in that job.
My father worked for NASA also; chemical engineer.
I lifted a toast to dad at liftoff. He’s looking down on it.
:)
Well I’ll chime in here. One summer in college I worked with the USGS and the original astronaut teams out of Flagstaff who were developing observation and sampling procedures for the upcoming Apollo flights. Flagstaff was chosen because the area around Flagstaff had just about every type of landscape expected on the moon: Meteor craters, volcanic rock, desert landscapes, canyons and dust covered scenes. It was cut short by word of a heart attack by my father who with the rest of the family was vacationing in Southern California (he survived and lived for years thereafter).