Today marks the 42nd anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. Who doesn't remember exactly where they were that day?
I'd just graduated from high school and was feeling a little cut adrift. My family and I were invited down to San Gabriel for a BBQ at the home of some friends. We watched the landing—sitting on pins and needles—and when it was over, we all went outside and just looked at the moon.
The day was so significant to so many people that I even included it in the first book of my trilogy. Where were you?