Here is to that spirit of '76 -- that endless desire to find what Sweet Will called the "undiscovered country". . . [I will refrain from offering any more about what I was doing, that Friday evening -- smooching behind the donut shop, with that high school cheerleader, when the news of the landing came across the AM radio band. . . smile.]
Here's to. . . our future (even as we experienced a small set-back yesterday morning with Space X) -- for that is the way of all scientific exploration. We learn from our mistakes; we move forward -- we continue to reach for what is beyond our current grasp. But ever. . . moving forward.
By tomorrow night. . . I'll be grasping. . . perfect baby-back Genghis Khan Mongolian barbequed ribs (among many other varieties due up, in the traditional extended family Labor Day competition). With a crinkly eyed Irish grin -- Adios, for now only.