By John King Tarpinian: On this day in 1969 I was at Zuma Beach. Being only 15 with no license my father took a buddy and myself for a day of body surfing. It was getting towards going home time and there was no parent waiting to pick us up. This being just shy of the stone age when it came to telecommunications there were no cell phone and the pay phone was broken. So there was no way for us to call home. Turns out both sets of parents were glued to the TV watching the Apollo 11 landing and completely forgot about us.
Another group of people were on the beach and they had a 9” b&w battery powered TV. We gathered around to watch the actual landing. Of course, the battery died on us. So I took it upon myself to “break” into a lifeguard tower in order to plug the TV into an outlet. In reality I was able to lift a corner of the wooden awning door just enough to plug in the power cord.
At some point the parents remembered the kids were not around. My father drove out to get us and we got home just in time to see Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon.
In honor of this day, each year I treat myself to a Moon Pie. (Don’t tell my wife or doctor.)