Jerry listened via shortwave radio to the BBC broadcast which he found to be more poetic and shared his foreigner's perspective on the event. "The Americans...," the announcer would begin.

Jerry shushed my mother as he knelt by the tinny speaker with Dictaphone mic held close. He would play the recording back ad nauseum, until he could recite like scripture the words of Mission Control, the astronauts, and the British announcers who understood they were addressing future generations in addition to the 600 million viewers united by satellite transmission. "Man," Jerry would later repeat with a second-hand English accent, "species born and who's lived all his life on earth, moves with this journey out into the solar system and so, presumably, begins with this journey his dispersal in other places out in the universe."

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