From time to time I enjoy listening to the soundtrack of that launch. Two strikes of lightning, every instrument reading going bonkers, all red lamps lighting u

From time to time I enjoy listening to the soundtrack of that launch. Two strikes of lightning, every instrument reading going bonkers, all red lamps lighting up in unprecedented manner, sitting atop the chemical equivalent of half a Hiroshima bomb 30 seconds into a flight to the Moon. And nowhere does any voice match my fluster when I phone home from the supermarket to report some item unavailable.