I was going to post this "Walter Cronkite and the Lunar Landing" on July 20, the fortieth anniversary of the moon landing in 1969, but with Walter Cronkite's death last night, today fits better.
I grew up with Walter Cronkite's voice in the living room every evening. I never thought much about him. I didn't think much about the moon landing either. These things were just the background noise of my life.
Cronkite's ability to be wowed like a kid by the moon landing (speechless and misty, at 1:01)--after all the human stupidity and horror he had covered on the nightly news-- is one of my favorite moments on film, but only in recent years, when I'm grateful for the reminder that you can be starry eyed and moonstruck no matter how smart and well-informed you are.
R.I.P., Mr. Cronkite.