Shoot for the moon

I still have this 1969-era globe of the Moon, a testament to the inspiration the astronauts gave me and so many others.

Mare Tranquillitatis is just southeast of the Haemus Mountains and crosses the Equator – of the Moon. That’s according to the Moon globe I received as a present in the 1960s. Like many other budding teenagers, and not-so-budding adults, I was fascinated with NASA and the U.S. space program. Shooting for the Moon – and hitting it – gave us hope during the tumultuous 1960s.

On the day Neil Armstrong set foot on the Sea of Tranquility, I was with thousands of other Boy Scouts at the National Jamboree in Idaho. Televisions were placed throughout the huge jamboree site so we could watch the landing. Like the rest of the world, we felt a part of the most historic moment of our time.

Neil Armstrong’s death was sad to me because this hero is no longer among us on the Earth whose barriers he broke. But it triggered joyful memories of the inspiration he and all of the other astronauts gave us. And the pride this country felt when the Eagle had landed and he stepped into history.

It is my hope that all of us will continue to shoot for our own moons – our dreams and goals, whatever they may be. And get there.

Text and photos copyright 2012 by Les Kerr. Visit to follow on Les Facebook, Twitter and to sign up for Les’ e-mail list!


About Les Kerr

Les Kerr is a songwriter, recording artist, journalist and author originally from the Gulf Coast now based in Nashville, Tennessee. Learn More about Les at
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