Aesop's post on the anniversary of the Moon Landing is a must read on many levels. This part jumped out at me, as he remembers the even as he experienced it as a kid:
But on the day, that summer Sunday afternoon in 1969, when Armstrong stepped out the door to rendezvous with destiny, there wasn't one single car on the streets, anywhere. I was there, and I went outside, and I saw it with my own eyes, kids, from a house just up the street from where Rocketdyne made the Saturn V engines that took us there, again and again.
Nothing outside moving, anywhere. Not. One. Single. Person.
Every single human on the planet with access to one was huddled in front of black-and-white or color TVs, back when TV had those choices, and each holding their breath waiting for the moment that the cream of 1969 video technology broadcast the shadowy moment to the waiting world.
It made me remember huddling around a TV with family and friends, back in 1969. Dad wasn't there - he was in Paris researching a book in the French national archives. He said that the State Department set up an enormous screen in the Place de la Concorde where they projected the landing live (at Oh-My-God-30 in the morning, Paris time). The place was packed, and he said that as an American, his money was no good in Paris that evening. France and America have always had a complicated relationship, but not that day.
Go read Aesop's post. You're welcome.