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. "Gwen, I can't see!"
"I have it, sir." She sounded calm, cool, relaxed-a fit mate for Captain
Midnight. She was looking over her right shoulder at the Lunar soil; her left
hand was on the power switch to the pilot computer, our emergency "throttle."
"Fifteen seconds, sir... ten... five." She closed the switch.
The jet blasted briefly, I felt the slightest bump, and we had weight
again.
She turned her head and smiled. "Copilot reports-" And lost her smile,
looked startled, as we felt the car swing. Did you ever play tops as a kid? You
know how a top behaves as it winds down? Around and around, deeper and deeper,
as it slowly goes lower, lays itself down and stops? That's what this pesky
Volvo did.
Until it lay full length on the surface and rolled. We wound up still
strapped, safe and unbruised-and upside down. Gwen continued, "-reports
touchdown, sir." "Thank you, Copilot."
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'It is useless for sheep to pass resolutions in favor of vegetarianism
while wolves remain of a different opinion."
WILLIAM RALPH INGE, D. D. 1860-1954
"There's one born every minute."
P. T. BARNUM 1810-1891
I added, 'That was a beautiful landing, Gwen. PanAm never set a ship down
more gently."
Gwen pushed aside her kimono skirt, looked out. "Not all that good. I
simply ran out of fuel."
"Don't be modest. I especially admired that last little gavotte that laid
the car down flat
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