I Think About The Personal

Later, In The Early Teens, I Used To Ride My Bike Every Saturday Morning To The Nearest Airport, Ten Miles Away, Push Airplanes In And Out Of The Hangars, And Clean Up The Hangars.

The Suit Was So Clumsy, Being Pressurized, It Was Impossible To Get Two Hands Comfortably On The Handle And It's Impossible To Make Any Kind Of A Turn. It Was Kind Of A One-handed Chili-dip.

Because Of The Suit I Was Wearing, I Couldn't Make A Good Pivot On The Swing. And I Had To Hit The Ball With One Hand.

The Excitement Really Didn't Start To Build Until The Trailer - Which Was Carrying Me, With A Space Suit With Ventilation And All That Sort Of Stuff - Pulled Up To The Launch Pad.

You Have To Be There Not For The Fame And Glory And Recognition And Being A Page In A History Book, But You Have To Be There Because You Believe Your Talent And Ability Can Be Applied Effectively To Operation Of The Spacecraft.