Looking Up

What ever happened to space? When I was a child, the first person stepped foot on the moon. It was incredible to see the pictures from so far away. I remember, thinking “it won’t be long before we can all experience space travel.” What happened? Back in 1969, my mom took me to Manchester Center to see a guy fly around with a jet pack. I would love to do that. I am not afraid of heights really, though I am afraid of falling. This somehow makes sense to me. Perhaps there is nothing worthwhile on the moon. If there was something to harvest, we would be mining it to exhaustion. Obviously, there is no financial gain from going there. Who owns the moon? Does America? Are they giving away land grants? Also, what in the hell have they been doing in that space station for all these years? When there is a full moon, I look up. Normally, I never look up at the sky at night. Well that is not entirely true. When that damn sheriff helicopter goes over I look up and curse. I was told the cameras in those helicopters, can read the cover of a magazine sitting on the front seat of your new convertible. That’s fine, but I don’t own a convertible! It is interesting how the helicopters love to fly over low in the summer time, just in time for bathing suits. You think I’m lying? I don’t like them going over the house for one good reason. They might lose power and crash. Maybe I’m paranoid... but it could happen! Where can we hide today? There isn’t even privacy in our own backyards. There are cameras on us everywhere. There are cameras in the stores, the banks, even the neighbors are watching the neighborhood on the internet from their hidden cameras. I wonder if there are cameras on the moon...