Nonfiction | September 01, 1997

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July 1969

When I was growing up, I lived next door to Cape Kennedy, in Cocoa, Florida, a town built for tired aerospace engineers to spend quiet nights with their families.  In Cocoa, the race for the moon was everything.

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