This one is kind of embarrassing.

In this business, you sort of make a living marking historic events.

Today we are taking note of just such an occasion.

One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.

And one giant void for a newspaper editor.

For whatever reason, and I wish I knew why, I have absolutely no recollection of July 20, 1969. That was the day Neil Armstrong stepped out of the lunar landing module – dubbed the Eagle – and into history.

But I don’t remember it at all.

I would have been going into my freshman year of high school. Getting ready for the start of football practice.

Maybe I was still trying to figure out what I was going to wear for my first day at school. After all, for eight years I never had that problem. I knew what I would be wearing. Blue pants, white shirt, blue ABVM tie (usually with whatever I had for lunch yesterday still splattered on it.) I attended parochial school for eight years.

Maybe I was camped in front of the TV along with everyone else as Armstrong’s boot landed in the moon dust. But for the life of me, I don’t remember it.

Call it one giant void.