I thought about the apocryphal story of Neil Armstrong setting foot on the moon and muttering, “Good luck, Mr. Gorsky,” because as a young boy in Ohio he had heard his neighbors the Gorskys quarreling over Mr. G.’s desire for a blowjob. “When the boy next door walks on the moon, that’s when you’ll get that,” Mrs. Gorsky replied. Sadly, the story was not true, but my friend Allegra Huston had made a funny film about it.
