A memorable double feature
playing out. “God is my copilot”
and
John Steinbeck’s “Of mice and men”.
II
Watching the shuttle Enterprise piggy back on a modified
jumbo jet 747 (an apartment house atop another) on its tour de force to dry
dock in two months at the Intrepid sea and air museum its holding pattern being across the bay at
JFK. A barge waiting to navigate the Enterprise’s last “hurrah”
III
The four and five year old kids at Battery Park playground
continued riding their swings, swinging their lithe bodies on the monkey bars,
sliding down the smoothies, jumping on the trampoline as all children must.... jumping rope, doing the Dutch.
Their mothers fathers governesses and nurses shifted their eyes from their cares to the blue cloudless sky ceiling of themselves.
The thirty thousand feet altitude in no way diminished their
grasp of the 9/11 twin tower massacre of 3000 innocents ten years + ago.
The murderous conspiracy at Twin Towers had left its mark on
these adults, the kids in the playground were in their warm up suits sort of
speaking, their life styles immune to original sin and tragedy.
It was beyond their state of mind, was n‘t it. In their
playground whirl of whirls they knew little of the Gemeni Apollo programs from
Cape Caneveral and Edwards Air Force Base in California.
Bad weather delays, landing on the moon “One small
step for man, a giant leap for mankind “ quoteth civilian
Neil Armstrong..
Colonel Buzz Aldrin, the second human to step on the moon’s
Swiss Cheese of a surface.
The programmed computers in Texas, teamed by astro
phyicsists slapping, shaking hands in a euphoric, acknowledgment of this feat
of Buck Rogers accomplishment.
Flash Gordon and his Dale had made a similar journey in
those daring comic pages of World War2 when endeavors on the planet, were
denigrated and published in the circles of the comic book writers on East 42nd
Street,(near Times Square) scribbling excerpts, which were in the Sunday
comics.
Here then as the piggy backing Enterprise soared through the
skies, some of the kids looked skyward, the Enterprise was on a merry go round,
its mother jet, searching for the gold ring on the free wheeling cycle, closing
down forever.
Pioneers Colonel
Glenn Alan Shepherd, their comrades, nevcr to be forgotten in the legacy and
history of space exploration.
The parameters had made their initial dents on the Coney
Island and Santa Monica piers, the programmers and entrepreneur translating
those baby steps into digaling
transfusions into through and over our Continent.
Space exploration thru the Sputnik and Mir programs
captivated&dominated the Kremlin’s thinking per se.
As Enterprise piggybacked over the Hudson River, beginning
its decline toward JFK’s lengthy landing strip, the merry go round whirl passed
over the Statute of Libverty and the sky line of skyscrapers,
IV
Meanwhile the cardiology labs at Duke University’s medical
center were exploring “dehydrated”
mice for stem cell cardiology”rebirth .
CBS’s Charlie Osgood, had warmed up to the program. To see
whether or not the studies with mice could invoke a dimension of original
pathology
Not a fountain of youth but a pathology bordering on a
mended heart recyucling of dimmed heart tissue and muscle.
That the Maimonides surgeons and cardiologists in
neighboring Brooklyn, claimed the
department was only two months away from their own “Of mice
and men” playing out.
Betty Smith’s “A tree grows in Brooklyn” seemed but one
small step toward “God’s way” as the streets flourished in springtime, the
Atlantic Avenue yards, awaiting the arrival of the Brooklyn Nets (hoops) and
the renaissance of the long awaited revival of what was once the Brooklyn
Dodgers before they departed for what was once Palm Tree environs in the City
of Angels.
the City that never sleeps, April 28, 2012
