The Final Frontier
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Neil put his pen down. Shook his hand. “Writer’s cramp.” Michael and Buzz nodded agreement.
They stared at the hundreds of photos, still plenty awaiting their autograph. They couldn’t autograph a life insurance policy, so they autographed these photos instead. And like a life insurance policy, they hoped this Plan B would become unnecessary.
“Settle in,” the commander said later, from the cockpit. “Little longer than a transatlantic flight.”
Michael and Buzz grinned at the understatement. A transatlantic flight clocked in at about 3,000 miles. They’d just begun a journey of 240,000 miles. Four days later – before anyone aboard asked Are we there yet? – Neil and Buzz arrived at their destination. “The Eagle has landed,” the commander said.
They splashed into the Pacific four days later, Plan B unneeded. It’s smart planning to do unnecessary things when it frees your mind to concentrate on issues of more urgency.
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