I’m adding one more title to this month’s reading list: astronaut Gene Cernan’s memoir, The Last Man on the Moon.

Why this adult title* for my two boys? Because on our Thursday night visit to Space Center Houston, Cernan was there. 8-year-old S got to ask him what liftoff felt like, and 3-year-old F (and his dad!) got to shake the man’s hand.

Every month should end this way.

* I should note that the first chapter, a nongraphic yet foreboding buildup to the fatal Apollo 1 fire in 1967, was a bit much for S. I’ll be selecting only choice bits from here on out.