To the editor:
My dad and I were fishing in Canada when the brave Americans walked on the moon, July 20, 1969. I recall walking outside our cabin on that cloudless night, looking up at the moon and wondering if the astronauts had arrived safely for the first walk by man on the lunar surface.
We had a small RCA radio in the cabin, but there was a problem: The only two radio stations we could get both broadcast Nordic opera! No news, no sports, nothing but singing in a language we didn’t speak. Also, the newspaper that we could purchase in the drugstore in Ignace, Ontario, was always delivered a day or two late.
I will forever mark Monday, July 22, 1969, as the date of the moon walk, because that day was when we learned, belatedly, the historic event had succeeded.
Jim Brunnemer, Nashville
