I'm enjoying our human efforts and achievements in Space lately. But how lame they must seem to the aliens that destroyed my brothers life back in the fifties.

Neil Armstrong first set foot on the Moon during the quiet Sunday evening of July 20, 1969, when I was a young college student in the SF Bay Area.

It was three days before my 23rd birthday. I had been playing tennis with friends up in Berkeley, and decided to hitch into town, from Grove St.

A beautiful black woman picked me up and we spent the afternoon hooking up with her radical amazing girl friends, talking about how black men we're becoming pussies.

Ha! She was pursuing a law degree from UC Berkeley, and I was her white boy toy for the night. We ended up back at her place, and I remember laying my head on this woman's lovely thigh, surrounded by hot passion, watching this Armstrong guy step on to the fucking moon.

I think the truth is, we've all been played. But who cares, I got well laid!