"So the great affair is over / but whoever would have guessed /
It would leave us all so vacant / and so deeply unimpressed /
It's like our visit to the moon / or to that other star/
I guess you go for nothing / if you really want to go that far"
—from "Death of a Ladies' Man," Leonard Cohen (1977)
This was the day in history, forty years ago - mentioned in this earlier post - when Americans first stepped onto the surface of the moon - to make a few photographs, with a Hasselblad or two.
As Mike Johnston of TOP points out: "The moon was the ultimate Everest—we planted a flag and then hightailed it back to where we belong, for no real reason but because it was there. But what a thing it is to have done!" [exclamation point, mine].
From The [not so] Daily Nocturne