This year, 2016, is often compared to 1968, a year of much political and social turmoil in the United States. (Let the record show I don’t even think this year comes close, and 1968 would have been a thousand times as bad with Facebook and Twitter.)

Even with all that upheaval, culminating in that summer’s violent Democratic National Convention in Chicago (which makes Cleveland this week look like Club Med), it was less than one year later that American engineers were able to land a human being on the surface of the moon. And bring him back to the wonderment of the entire world. That was this day, July 20, forty-seven years ago, the summer of Woodstock, Abbey Road, and the Amazin’ Mets.

I have my doubts whether our nation could come together again and complete such an endeavor. Politics alone would smother the thing before it even got off the ground. Literally.

Seems folks back then were able to work through their differences in ’68, even without hashtags or political correctness.