Truly “a Story”

On July 20, 1969, as the commander of the Apollo 11 lunar module, Neil Armstrong was the first person to set foot on the moon.

His first words after stepping on the moon, “That’s one small step for (a) man, one giant leap for mankind,” were televised to Earth and heard by millions.

But, just before he re-entered the lander, he made the enigmatic remark, “Good luck, Mr. Gorsky.”

Many people at NASA thought it was a casual remark concerning some rival Soviet cosmonaut.

However, upon checking, there was no Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs.

Over the years, many people questioned Armstrong as to what the “Good luck, Mr. Gorsky” statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.

On July 5, 1995, in Tampa Bay, Florida, while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26-year-old question about Mr. Gorsky to Armstrong.

This time he finally responded because his Mr. Gorsky had just died, so Neil Armstrong felt he could now answer the question. Here is the answer to, “Who was Mr. Gorsky?”

In 1938, when he was a kid in a small mid-western town, he was playing baseball with a friend in his backyard.

His friend hit the ball, which landed in his neighbor’s yard by their bedroom window. His neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Gorsky.

As he bent down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky.

“Sex! You want sex?! You’ll get sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!”

It broke the place up.

Neil Armstrong’s family confirmed that this is a true story. (Or, possibly, that this is truly a story.)


Picture of the Day


Palm View of the Pacific

Palm View of the Pacific

Picture of the Day — Oregon Elk

The good life — Had a glass of wine with and after dinner last night — Trader Joe’s boxed cabernet sauvignon — a drinkable red. Finished one glass and poured another. Drank about half of that before nodding off on the couch. Woke up to the cats rushing and jumping around — evidently, my playing with them earlier had not tired them out sufficiently — and put the unfinished wine glass in the fridge. While watching the Angel game this afternoon, it occurred to me that I had a glass of wine already poured and waiting for me. It was now a very cool red wine and its color goes well with the red of the Angels’ uniforms.

Eighth inning and the Angels are leading 7 – 1 — Go Angels!

Oh, yeah, the wine was still quite drinkable and the glass now sits empty. Hmmmm . . . I think I’ll have a re-fill after dinner.


Took this picture in southern Oregon a couple of years ago. Both Oregon and northern California, along US 101 offer several places you’re likely to encounter elk during the summer vacation season. This is Dean Creek on Oregon 38 inland of Reedsport.

Dean Creek Elk Viewing Area

Elk and Friends — Dean Creek Elk Viewing Area