You guys really got me reliving the good ol' days today. I had to hit the road after this morning's exchange and just got back, but a few thoughts/memories about 1969 linger. The summer of '69 included the end of JR high school and the beginning of that exciting and equally difficult time of my life, high school. My first romance (and first broken heart), my first kiss (and second broken heart), were more diverting than Apollo 11, but not by much. About that time I figured it might be more fun to build working rockets than plastic models, so my friend and I retired to the garage for some clandestine rocket design and construction. We did have a few from-scratch solid fuel rocket successes. (Ground match heads and sparklers for fuel, cardboard tube body, and dime with a hole drilled in it for a nozzle.) Our rocketry career only got about 20 feet off the ground, though - kind of hovered for a few seconds before descending into the Ellingson's yard and starting the dry grass in the backyard on fire. Funny, I remember it all in slow motion... So on my way to business meetings "up north" today I listened to a little Deep Purple. Although this tune dates from 1972, the lyrics are somehow appropriate for today: http://www.thehighwaystar.com/rosas/lyrics/machine/machine07.htm. Oh, Chuck, Rob: I still have my unfinished plastic model of a Gemini capsule. (Well, actually, I never started it.) I think I got it for Christmas in 1965. I thought it might be fun to finally build the Gemini model with my 7-year-old son. Kim