Maybe The Attrition Of 10 Years Has Something To Do With It. Perhaps The Fierce Compression Of So Many Events Into Such A Period Reduces The Capacity For Anticipation Of Still Another, Greater Climax. Whatever The Reason, I Found Myself Waiting At Cape Kennedy For The Moon Launch With A Growing Sense Of Non-Excitement. No Amount Of Telling Myself, Theyre Going To The Moon, Theyll Be Was King Around On The Surface, It Could Be Awfully Dangerous, Did Anything Much To Sharpen My Appetite For The Happening, And I Found Myself Warnings Around In The Deadening Florida Humidity In A Pair Of Broken Sunglasses, Feeling Less Like A Man Who Was Going To Observe The Ear-Splitting, Eye-Smashing Beginning Of The Greatest Trip In History Than One Who Would Prefer To Be In Another Place, Riding The Waves, Say, In Colder Waters, By Loudon Wainwright