Before I met Neil Armstrong’s mother, I bought a new suit. It was gray with blue pin stripes. I looked like a twenty-year-old banker in it. A pimply twenty-year-old banker. I thought of that suit again yesterday when the news came…
Before I met Neil Armstrong’s mother, I bought a new suit. It was gray with blue pin stripes. I looked like a twenty-year-old banker in it. A pimply twenty-year-old banker. I thought of that suit again yesterday when the news came…
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