I walked on the moon with Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.
I played baseball with Lou Gehrig and Babe Ruth.
I flew from New York to Paris with Charles Lindbergh.
I stormed the beaches of Normandy on D-Day. I cried with survivors of the Holocaust. I watched battle-weary marines raise the American flag on Iwo Jima.
I heard the first words to come out of Thomas Edison’s talking machine. I saw the glow of Edison’s first electric lamp.
I met FDR.
I saw Doctor Jonas Salk conquer polio, and I counted the dimes that made it possible.
I crouched in the trenches during World War I.
I stood in a breadline during the Great Depression.
I crossed the Atlantic Ocean on a steamship one hundred years ago, when my great-grandfather first came to America: I was with him the day he became an American.
