This is a true story*
*this may not be true

It was the night of the first moon landing, and my family was gathered around the television. In fact half the village was crammed into the small dark room. The Minister had the warm seat by the smoldering peat fire, then my great grandmother in the next best seat, everybody else finding space where they could.

Those who know the Isle of Lewis will not be surprised to hear it was stormy. The house creaked and shook, the rain hit the windows like little bullets and the sea could be heard roaring. It was weather that nobody had any business going out in.

Although there was the odd mutter about the moon landing people weren’t saying too much. The Minister had yet to pronounce the Churche's opinion of the activity, and nobody wanted to be praising that which could be the devils work. Finally the Minister said a few words. He commended the fact that the first people on the Moon would be Christians, and said the undertaking was indeed for the glory of god.

With the room now relaxed people spoke freely. Donald McDonald spent some time talking about dangers of the journey, the vast distances traveled and the high probability of something going wrong…

“And to be all the way up there on a night like this” added my great grandmother
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Tue 10 Jul 2007, 14:47, Reply)