"Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed."

I was 14 years old, and glued to the black and white TV.  Color pictures didn't come from the moon until later flights.  Armstrong stepped out onto the ladder, pulled a cord, and deployed a camera that showed his descent onto another world than Earth.  I had a friend who took pictures off the TV screen, following instructions Walter Cronkite gave.  He developed the pictures himself:  8 x 10's with no edge, just picture to the limit.

I still have them along with my wall sized map of the Moon, so old it only shows the side of the moon turned always to earth.

It was later Armstrong stepped out.  And decades later before I realized the first word from the Moon was:  "Houston."

51 years ago today.

Old age is making me as sloppily sentimental as a stereotypical Victorian.