I wonder, if when they built this observatory in the 30s that they knew that mankind would eventually reach the moon. There's something so romantic about a world where we'd barely reached the skies, much less the moon.
Growing up, one of the tall tales mom told me was that the day that mankind landed on the moon (40 years ago, happy anniversary, Apollo 11), she was working on a patient who was coding. They finally revived the patient, but when they told him about the moon landing, the guy went out again.
No lie, I was like 8 or 9 when I heard that story, so I totally believed it. What can I say, I was gullible.
Here's something else I can't believe. For whatever reason, I don't have a NASA magnet. But, we make do.
We visited the Griffith Observatory, named for Griffith J. Griffith (goodness), a few years ago, and I dimly remember walking around in it, but not necessarily taking a tour. It had the musty feel of a National Parks building, with aging glass displays, and 70s typefaces.
Still, it was supercool seeing where the Rebel didn't have a cause, where Paula Abdul and Keanu Reeves shot Rush Rush, and where the Rocketeer and the Autobots rallied to save the day.
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