Today I–like many other people of a certain age around the world–have been remembering the landing of Apollo 11 on the moon on July 20, 1969.  I was in between my junior and senior year of high school.  It was a hot summer day in Iowa, and we were putting up hay on the family farm, but even my hardworking dad let us take a break to come into the house to watch the first steps the Neil Armstrong took on the moon.  But then it was back to work.  When the sun shines in the summer in Iowa, and there is hay to be baled and loaded into the barn, you do it.