Dry July day 21: News of my demise is premature

Michael Collins isn't in the photo but everyone else is.
Fitting that today is the 45th anniversary of the first moon landing. (And, yes, we did go.) At some point, while Neil and Buzz were kicking up the moondust and taking happy snaps of each other, high above and in orbit around them was Michael Collins, who for a time became the loneliest person in the known universe: every time the tin can passed behind the moon, cutting communication from Earth. I guess the past ten days was my communication blackout until reentry at the end of the month.

So to answer a few questions: yes, I am still on target with Dry July. In the past ten days I have learned much, and bring good tiding and fire from the gods. I’ve journeyed to the unknown, and I’m back with a postcard. I’ve been in the belly of the whale, and I’m home again to beat up Saruman.

Here I come!

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