Apollo 13

by Jim Lovell

“Houston, Apollo 8,” they heard Lovell call exultantly into their headsets, his tone alone confirming that the engine had burned as intended. “Please be informed, there is a Santa Claus.” “That’s affirmative,” Mattingly called back, audibly relieved. “You are the best ones to know.”

‘You guys are pretty good at measuring bilirubin, but the one thing you never thought to measure is persistence and motivation.’”

dazedly, smiled at Betty, and made her way back to the family room. She was grateful for the call, but also eager to return to the TV. Richard Nixon might have good wishes, but Walter Cronkite had hard news.