I watched Neil Armstrong take his giant small step onto the moon at my best friend Brian's house. It was July 20, 1969, just before 8 p.m. in L.A., and the sun was still out. Thinking back, I see light filtering in through curtains, pulled shut possibly to help us better feel the history being made (remotely) before our eyes, on a big square black-and-white TV showing a black-and-white picture beamed from 238,900 miles out in space.