Apollo 11 will rekindle your faith in American ingenuity and the possibilities of our country working together again.
I remember going to the Sunset Drive-In as a child in Helena, Mont., with my parents, who would fold down the back seats of our station wagon and have sleeping bags and pillows laid out for us. My dad would clean the windshield with Windex and newspapers before we left the house. Even though my mom would bring a picnic basket full of snacks, we’d still walk down to the concession stand to get popcorn in a paper bucket the size of a milk pail, the salty kernels swimming in butter.
Ron Howard’s Cocoon shows we are destined to outlive our parents, and our children us, but our love wouldn’t change much if we could live forever.