Counting Down to Apollo

One American's account of watching humanity reach the Moon

The Summer of Love and the Space Program

San Francisco is full of young people in flowers, and I’ve been thinking about what they think of the space program — if they think of it at all.

San Francisco is full of young people in flowers this summer, and I’ve been thinking about what they think of the space program — if they think of it at all.

The “Summer of Love” is in every magazine this month. Haight-Ashbury, 100,000 young people, music and drugs and a general rejection of everything the generation before them represents — conformity, materialism, the corporate structure, the war. They want something different, though exactly what is unclear even to them.

I find myself occupying an odd position. I’m 42 years old, which puts me firmly in the generation being rejected. I drive a late-model Ford. I wear a suit to work. I’m the demographic that the counterculture is defining itself against.

But I’m also a person who thinks the most important thing happening right now is the attempt to go to the Moon, which is not obviously compatible with the anti-materialism, anti-technology strain of the counterculture.

Some of the young people in San Francisco, from what I read, are excited about the space program in their own way — they see it as part of a larger expansion of human consciousness and possibility. Space is psychedelic in a metaphorical sense: looking at the Earth from space, seeing the planet as a whole, could change how people think about their relationship to the world.

Others in the counterculture see the space program as the military-industrial complex in a different hat: government money, corporate contractors, test pilots following orders from generals in Houston. The same system that’s running the Vietnam War is running the space program.

I don’t think these views are entirely wrong. The space program does have military roots and corporate structure. And there is something genuinely consciousness-expanding about the idea of seeing the Earth from outside.

What I know is: the people building the Apollo program are mostly not hippies, but they’re also not the gray suited conformists of the stereotype. They’re passionate, obsessive, willing to work 80-hour weeks for years on a problem because the problem is worth solving. They don’t look like the counterculture but they share the underlying drive — the sense that the ordinary world is insufficient and that something larger is possible.

Different paths. Same restlessness.