I spent the night in my new car, a '98 VW Jetta hand-me-down from my sister who has just moved to New York City.
In the corner of a dark parking lot of a Rest Area in New Jersey, about 15 miles southwest of Manhattan, I laid back in the wee hours and listened to 91.5 FM. It's a great station which pumps the BBC World Service at night, then Seattle alternative station KEXP at the break of dawn.
(During those same twilight hours growing up, I'd listen to the World Service on my ol' shortwave.)
A lot of the BBC programming was devoted to 40th anniversary of the landing of astronauts on the moon, and what it all means. One of their guests was a former astronaut whose name I forgot, but who whose words I won't forget.
