We were at LTC Boyd's farm just outside Leavenworth, KS sitting on the porch, eating BBQ, hearing the crickets chirp, swatting mosquitoes and watching on a small black & white TV. Every couple of minutes my Dad sent me or my brother to adjust the rabbit ears for a better picture. It was a clear starry night and I remember after the landing, we all left the porch and looked upward toward the stars and moon in pure amazement.
I also remember that just a few hours earlier the Boyd boy, my brother and I had our asses whipped with a riding crop for nearly setting the barn on fire as we tried to roast some frogs with gasoline in a can......
And I remember my foot was also hurting like a son of a bitch, bruised and swollen from a big ass horse stepping on it right after he threw me just before dinner......
Obviously it was a bitter-sweet day.