A few other things I wonder about:
The only time I ever visited Seattle was in the early 1990s to speak at a political meeting. Like Pittsburgh, Seattle is a very cloudy city but when I was there the weather was good, and every time I was outside I would gaze in awe at Mt. Ranier off in the distance some 90 miles to the east. What a sight that towering, majestic snow covered mountain was to someone from the East. Even flying in I spotted it jutting through the clouds as we got closer to Seattle.
Now if I was an astronaut who had landed on the Moon, I would have spent an inordinate amount of time gazing in pure wonderment and gratitude at the Earth. I can't think of a more amazing sight than to be on another celestial body looking at the Earth. I'd have been looking to see the U.S. and North America and the other continents, especially on days when there weren't enough clouds to obscure the view of them. I certainly would have taken many, many photographs. Yet the astronauts seemed to have no interest in the Earth while they were on the Moon.
And we're told that there were no stars in the lunar sky, just the Earth. No stars, no other planets visible in the jet black sky, just the Sun and the brightly lit Earth. And the few pictures I've seen of Earth allegedly photographed from the Moon, it for some reason looks no bigger than the Moon does in our sky despite being three times bigger than the Moon. It should have been a noticeably much larger presence in the sky. In fact, I've still yet to see some convincing views of the Earth from space, just that same shot over and over again which changes in various ways over time.
Ignoring all the strong arguments about all the logistics involved in the Moon landings that had to be successfully achieved with no room for error, the primitive technology, and the failure to return for over half a century -- with today's rockets both private and from NASA now often blowing up soon after liftoff, how did we go back to 1960 when it comes to rocket technology? -- the demeanor of the Apollo 11 astronauts at their press conference after this historic event has always bothered me. They were glum, especially Armstrong, who looks like he was just informed a close relative had died. They had just very courageously accomplished the greatest achievement in human history and yet there was no joy, no celebrating. It was more like they were trying not to screw up. Yes it was a different time without absurd over the top celebrations over every little thing, but even if they were dead tired, adrenaline alone should have made them eager to excitedly share every detail of their accomplishment. Armstrong was simply a bad actor, which is why he voluntarily or involuntarily became almost reclusive after Apollo 11 instead of the world's leading celebrity.
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