My childhood was a special time in history. We didn’t just talk about space travel, we tried to make it real. And we did. When I was nine we put men on the moon. It was the fulfillment of John Kennedy’s promise. Science Fiction stopped being fiction.
Many years ago we stopped reaching for the stars. Last week the last “man-on-the-moon” died of old age. Under Obama the priority for NASA was “Muslim outreach”. We are supposed to adopt pessimism about the future over optimism. Global warming takes precedence over cheap energy.
Donald Trump promised that we would “unlock the mysteries of space”. I will never travel to space, but maybe my grandkids will.