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Column: Some day, soon
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I don’t know that I remember exactly where I was the moment Neil Armstrong jumped off the ladder, landed on the moon and uttered his iconic line, but I do remember watching it. As any 5-year-old would be, I was probably running around in an intensely excited and scattered state, maybe playing with a toy rocket -- back then a heavy, sharp object coated in lead paint -- or jumping off the back of the couch onto the lunar family room landscape, probably barely escaping the wrath of the flailing ass-teroid belt, wielded by Ming the Merciless, also known as “Dad,” who was likely not amused at his youngest progeny’s antics. I do remember a couple of things, though.