I sat before the television as the adventure unfolded. My gradfather was there with me. When Armstrong announced his small step, Granddaddy shook his head. "I can die now," he announced. "I remember reading in the newspaper when the Wright Brothers flew at Kitty Hawk. Now, they've sent a man to the moon. I've seen it all."

It pleases me to think that his footprints are sill there, and probably will still be at the end of human history. How many of us make that sort of a mark?

A life well-lived.