I'm Just Crying Like An Idiot. Yeah.

The crew of Apollo 10 filming the Earth, accompanied by Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon,” May 1969

Found this.

DA FASHUN

I don’t know if it’s about another person, BUT THESE INITIALS. GAWD I WANT THIS T-SHIRT BECAWSE I'M JUS'

Awww guys

Found this interesting picture surfing random message boards. I wonder what they’re all watching.

April 4, 1968 | Dr. King used to say you have to be maladjusted to the problems, to the issues that you see around us. Robert Kennedy was maladjusted. Martin Luther King, Jr. was maladjusted. They had the ability to get in the way. Today we’re too quiet, we’re too silent. We need to find a way to push and pull, and disturb the sense of false peace, and the sense of false order that we have in our society today. I was there standing nearby when Robert Kennedy spoke those words. They were powerful then, and they’re still powerful today. No one had been able to capture the essence of what was happening in America like him. What he said was very much in keeping with the very philosophy and the discipline and nonviolence that was preached and taught by Martin Luther King, Jr. No one in America today is speaking the way Robert Kennedy spoke then. – Rep. John Lewis

Well, I tried my best.

Looks like Mike is thinking 'bout the space fandom.

one of my favorite things about bobby kennedy is that the man clearly has no idea what to do with his legs whenever hes sitting in a chair

It was a team game, brilliant teamwork.

John Kennedy wasn’t just speaking Robert Kennedy’s words because he improvises at the end of the speech. Robert Kennedy got him to the plate, but it’s John Kennedy who hit the ball out of the park. | American Dynasties: The Kennedys (2018)

“In August 1964, Robert F. Kennedy took the podium at the Democratic Convention in Atlantic City. Immediately, a roar of applause took the whole hall. The crowd wouldn't let him speak, they wouldn’t let go of him. He was the representation of what they had lost. If the delegates had a sense of loss, imagine what his feelings were. Every day, every hour, every minute, he felt the loss of his brother. The pandemonium went on for twenty-two long minutes. As the crowd finally grew quiet, he bared his grief, enshrining his brother in words from Romeo and Juliet. When he was finished speaking, he left the hall, sat on the fire escape, and wept.” • RFK: An American Experience