Much has been written about the legendary flight of Apollo 11 and mankind’s first tentative steps into deep space. It’s often said that the world stopped, watching in awe as the crew of Apollo 11 completed their mission. It is true that in that moment, almost everyone had virtually gone to the moon as people around the world gazed in wonderment at the grainy black-and-white images of Neil Armstrong taking that first step onto the surface of another world. But that was a fleeting moment and just as quickly, the moment was gone– wars raged on, protestors filled the streets, and average Americans went back to their daily lives. Everyone’s Gone to the Moon is a week-by-week journey through July 1969, one of the most pivotal months in human history – in space and here on Earth. This unique book follows the crew of Apollo 11 and NASA as they prepare for the historic first lunar landing alongside the major global events buried beneath headlines covering the historic space mission. Interwoven with the story of Apollo 11 are the events on our home planet that made an equally important impact on who we were then and who we are today: the Life of Prince Charles was threatened by a terrorist attack in Wales; the storm dubbed the Ohio Fireworks Derecho ripped through the Midwest, killing dozens; the assassination of Kenyan Economic Minister Tom Myoba (of which Barack Obama Sr. was a key witness) undercut a nation just learning to stand on its own; Senator Ted Kennedy was involved in a mysterious accident in Chappaquiddick, Massachusetts; ARPANET, the first real “Internet” was unveiled; Monty Python was born; John Lennon and Paul McCartney released “Give Peace a Chance” during escalated Vietnam War tensions; Midnight Cowboy stunned the Academy Awards; and much more. Meanwhile, NASA was still scrambling. Everyone’s Gone to the Moon features little known behind-the-scenes stories of the moon landing like how NASA had to grapple with media, the technical issues that still plagued the lunar module, and how the prior crew of Apollo 10 suffered incredible itching from their spacesuits that needed correcting before Apollo 11 could even be launched. This deep dive into the Apollo 11 mission’s most crucial weeks and the little-known and rarely remembered events occurring simultaneously back on Earth gives a vivid new perspective to the month that launched humanity into the future. ,

The Moon Belongs to Everyone' by Stacy Mehrfar, is a response to the contemporary experience of migration ? of shifting continents and mindsets. A multi-layered visual narrative set in a non-locatable landscape, the book reflects upon the loss of roots, and search for belonging in the wake of immigration.

The bestselling author of Shout!, the definitive book on the Beatles, now offers a comic novel that dissects the office politics and bedroom shenanigans of trendy journalists in Beatles-era London, evoking the world of sixties pop music and high fashion with thorough authenticity.

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The year is 1965. The U.S. is in turmoil as the Vietnam War escalates and civil unrest is seething. Kate Bamber, a 19-year-old telephone operator from Memphis, is longing to find a good husband and some meaning to her young life. Seeking to escape a sad and troubled existence with her abusive parents, Kate eagerly accepts a job transfer and moves out of her parent's house to the beautiful, sunny beaches of Miami, Florida. Filled with hope and excitement, Kate immediately realizes her Mid-Southern upbringing and small-town na vet are no match for the harsh realities of life during these rapidly changing times. Romantic notions and hunger for adventure drive Kate to a guilt-ridden yet passionate love affair that unexpectedly leads to a seemingly picture-perfect marriage. But her desire for love and companionship continues to burn and the idea of a quiet married life is not what Kate's free-spirited nature is made for.

The ultimate book for anyone who loves pop music and one-hit wonders, 99 Red Balloons profiles and ranks all the greatest musical flashes in the pan. Each chapter spotlights a specific one-hit wonder, including sample lyrics and chart position. Controversial, informative and entertaining, this is a book that no music lover should be without.

In the 1960's a depressed economy in the southwestern United States created an accelerated migration to California. Countless families pulled up stakes and looked with hope toward a land where jobs were plentiful and food affordable. Despite the trials and struggles, families found humor in everyday life. Unity became the foundation for strength and survival. This book retraces experiences of a Hispanic family leaving New Mexico and relocating in California. THE LAND OF GOLD On Labor Day weekend of 1968 my family traveled toward a dream we believed would be found or made in the land of gold. I had lived my entire life in Northern New Mexico and never traveled more than 150 miles in any direction. My parents had suffered a few financial setbacks and my father and eighteen year-old brother, Louie went to California to find work. Two months later, my father returned for the rest of the family. My two younger brothers were soon asleep with the hum of the motor and movement of the car. My seventeen year-old sister, Marcella was irritable, but quiet. It had been a tiring day, renting and hitching the tiny U-haul trailer and stuffing our belongings, before driving three hours to the airport to pick up Dad. He had worked in the morning and taken a late flight from San Francisco to Albuquerque. "How long will we be on the road?" asked Marcella. "We should be in San Jose by Monday morning," said Dad. It was a long trip, compounded by the slow speed we were forced to travel. The U-haul had signs painted on all sides that read 45 MPH. Dad violated the limit most of the time, but not by much. Although there were six of us in the car, we were not crammed. Joseph, being only three, sat in front, between my parents. There were no seat belts to worry about at the time, so he was able to stretch out and sleep. "Mejór ladeate (You'd better pull over)," said Mom, when she noticed the car weaving. Dad drove the car off the shoulder of the highway where we'd be safe from traffic. "Are we going to sleep in the car?" I asked. "No," said Dad. "Vámos a sacar un colchón (Let's pull out a mattress)." Dad and I unlocked the trailer and tossed a twin-size mattress on the ground. The night was dark, but warm and comfortable. The only noise was the occasional sound of passing cars. We stretched out, with a thin blanket and a couple of pillows. The rest of the family stayed in the car. Dad shook me. "Vámos (Let's go)." I felt a chill as Dad pulled off the blanket. I wanted to sleep longer. The darkness was disappearing. "Ahorita paramos a comer (We'll stop to eat soon)," said Dad, starting the motor and pulling onto the highway. I envied Johnny and Joseph for their peaceful sleep. Marcella was curled up like a possum. "Give me room," I said, claiming space with my elbows. "Why don't you ride in the trailer?" grunted Marcella. Dad looked at us through the rear-view mirror and I held my tongue. Although I was nearly sixteen years old, I knew better than to make Dad angry. A few miles inside Arizona, we stopped at a service station. It had clean restrooms and an outside picnic table. We enjoyed Mom's baloney and green chile sandwiches and apples we'd picked from the trees back home. The morning chill gave way to a harsh sun. "We have to get moving," said Dad. "We'll rest later, when the day gets hot." We had never owned a vehicle with air conditioning and had never missed it - until now. The mid-afternoon sun beat on the car, threatening to melt the windows. "It's like an oven in here," said Marcella. She rolled down her window and a gush of hot air assaulted us like a torch. "Close it!" cackled Johnny. At eight years of age, his shrill voice annoyed everybody. I had my shirt unbuttoned and wat