It is kinda sad to me that now we know enough about the moon

It is kinda sad to me that now we know enough about the moon and inner planet that all of this classic science fiction is so technically flawed as to be unreadable.

My junior high years coincided with the space race between the US and the USSR. Our principal liked the idea of our being tuned in to the space race so we had an assembly in the auditorium to watch rocker launches on TV.

This auditorium probably seated 500 and the TV on the stage was probably a 17 inch black and white. Fortunately, the band sat in chairs up front to play music for the assembly so we could see the TV. We watched some failures and some successes.

I recall that at one assembly we had to put on a skit about current affairs. James Cole wore fatigues and a fatigue cap and a fake beard and played Fidel Castro. I work a fake bald head and beat a shoe on the table impersonating Nikita Khrushchev. I think Chester or Patrick played Eisenhower.

Our civics teacher was Mr. McMillan. He convinced me to shine my shoes before going on a job interview. He drove a Renault Dauphine.