It is the year Mattel introduces Barbie's
new boyfriend, Ken; the year a Soviet
cosmonaut is the first human to cross into
outer space. I know that proximity and
closeness are not the same, and there
should be no reason for my parents to think
Harper Lee's receipt of the Pulitzer for To Kill
a Mockingbird the same year I come into the world
augurs well for their child's career. Princess
Diana was born two months before me. That same
July, Ernest Hemingway, who wrote For Whom
the Bell Tolls and once tried to walk into
a spinning propeller, took his own life
in Idaho. In a magical universe, there are
no accidents. We already know we don't get
to live forever. And yet, there are as many
times we stick to the plan as there are when
we improvise or defer action. The launch
attempt for the first orbital mission
was postponed because of cloudy conditions.
But it finally happened a month later, in '62.
After a steak-and-eggs breakfast, John Glenn
climbed into the Friendship 7. From space,
he reported dust storms and flashes of lightning;
earth's atmosphere a bright blue band, glowing
particles he could only describe as fireflies.