After
the show was over it was time for the news, and Mom would take over the
TV. The news was the grown-up’s
department, and none of our problem or interest. It was full of Vietnam coverage at the time,
and I remember being completely indifferent to it, not worried or outraged or
enthusiastic. I do remember waiting up one night to watch the moon landing.
What I recall about that is the boredom of the wait and how fuzzy and black and
white it all was. I was way too young to realize the wonder and achievement of
the event; I had been more engaged by the exploits of the Three Stooges in
space. We went to look at the moon out
of the bathroom window and tried to think about there being men on it, but the
moon looked as it ever did, distant and mysterious and beyond human
concern. Mom, however, did watch the
news and worried, worried about the world her boys were growing up in.
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