In the time between writing my last post and this one, I met the second man to walk on the Moon. I stood on line for three hours to have roughly ten seconds with Buzz Aldrin, but I shook hands with an astronaut. It was worth it. When it came time to write this post, I was initially stumped and wasn't quite sure what to write, despite being in Boston over the past weekend for my younger brother's graduation from Boston University. I sat in the bleachers of Nickerson Field, formerly Braves Field, which the Red Sox loaned out for the 1915 and 1916 World Series due to the increased seating capacity, hoping something would hit me.