Even with yellowed newsprint and horrible watermarks, Alan Shepard is still classy.
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Flight’s over. It’s hard to tell with the way this is cropped, but Alan looks as if he’s sprinting across the deck. This confuses me.
Also, look at the guy in the background. LOOK HOW SMUG HE IS.
It looks like Al just spotted a particularly cute kitty cat on the deck of the ship and is heading to give it a darn good squeeze.
The book briefly discusses Alan Shepard receiving an award for flying Freedom 7, and then writes, “At the controls of a much different instrument, father leads the family in some favorite songs.”
1/18/64: “Astronaut Alan B. Shepard Jr., above, relaxes with a book in Hermann Hospital in Houston Saturday morning. Shepard underwent a 75-minute throat operation Friday for the removal of a non-malignant growth on his thyroid gland.”
Al, I like your robe.
Alan Shepard shows off a medal he received in Boston, 6/14/62.
Astronaut Alan Shepard after a jog in Cocoa Beach, 1961.
Alan “Badass” Shepard, first American in space.
I FUCKED YOU ALL UP IN 1961, AND I WILL FUCK YOU ALL UP NOW
The three faces of Apollo 14, 1971.
Shepard: Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, f**kin’ right…
Mitchell: I’m not sure anyone can reach self-actualization in his or her lifetime. Yes. Deep thoughts.
Roosa: So I’m gonna have to share my CM with these two? Jesus take the entire vehicle.