In my family, this is the the 35th anniversary of the day my father insisted I stop playing and come inside and watch the Apollo 11 moon landing.

Without interrupting what I was doing, I told him I didn't want to. He asked me why and I said "it's boring." He wasn't angry - but I was all of seven and I recall the look of absolute bewilderment on his face that a child of his could so easily turn her back on history. Through the years, he has reminded (chided) me about it. My dad turned 75 on Sunday - he'll let me live it done someday. But then again, probably not. Love you, dad. And no, I no longer think such things are boring.