The Patriots won. I don't care about football, but if someone had to win, I'm glad it was New England.

We spent the day (a) having breakfast (rather lunch, considering the time we got up) at Ryans, (b) then going to the computer show, (c) then reading the paper, (d) then taking the dog out for ice cream (well, we had some, too), and (e) watching From the Earth to the Moon episodes (interrupted by Space Camp, which is enjoyable, especially the John Williams score, if you take it with a grain of salt, a couple of pepperpots, a sugar bowl, and some cinnamon sticks ::wink::). The closest we got to football was listening to the food show on the radio on the way to Ryan's, with them fixing chicken wings and other finger foods for the fray.

Played all our favorite eps: "Spider," about Grumman building the lunar module; "That's All There Is," Al Bean's humorous reminisce about the Apollo 12 mission; "Can We Do This?," the first episode chronicling Alan Shepard's preorbital flight through the last Gemini flight; and "Galileo Was Right," about the astronauts learning to be geologic field observers. Made the mistake of watching the last episode "La Voyage dans Le Lune." Not a mistake because it's a bad episode, but because it leaves me in tears. It makes me homesick. I want to go back to a world where we had stars in our eyes, when we wanted to explore the universe, when we believed we could cure cancer and poverty and have sky-high goals.

Instead I'm stuck in a world where we argue over picayune things like sexual terms and instead of celebrating real heroes--how many of the Super Bowl freaks, without reminder from the news, remembered today was the first anniversary of the loss of the space shuttle "Columbia"?--we celebrate steroid-freak athetes and actresses who look like whores and so-called entertainers who don't have the talent people like Katharine Hepburn or Laurence Olivier had in one finger of their left hand. Magazines are "dumbed-down," history lessons are truncated, and understandable written expression is considered trivial.

For cryin' out loud, I want to go home!

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