When I was a kid living in Toronto and Steve Harper was pulling his little red wagon around my neighbourhood delivering the Toronto Star, I was enthralled by the space race. I remember the brief Mercury flights, the Gemini series and the Appolo missions. Those were such heady days: three day-missions launched by giant versions of the V-2, astronauts in bug-head space suits poking their heads out to begin brief, dangerous space walks. Then the heroic return.
I'm glad those days are back.
I'm sure I can find my plastic transistor radio around here somewhere.