Of course I was delighted the flight was over, but I still had to worry about cleaning up inside the cabin, I had to worry about the hatch, how to get in the sling, and so on.

Obviously I was challenged by becoming a Naval aviator, by landing aboard aircraft carriers and so on.

Unfortunately, the suit is so stiff, I can't do this with two hands, but I'm going to try a little sand-trap shot here.

I can hit it farther on the moon. But actually, my swing is better here on Earth.

Got more dirt than ball. Here we go again.

I guess those of us who have been with NASA kind of understand the tremendous excitement and thrills and celebrations and national pride that went with the Apollo program is just something you're not going to create again, probably until we go to Mars.

I must admit, maybe I am a piece of history after all.