Odd to think that my grandfather apparently met him, once upon a time. Or maybe not so odd, all things considered. I realized this while going through some of my grandfather’s old pictures just a few years ago. There, among faces I didn’t know, or else faces that seemed slightly familiar, shots of one unmistakable smiling face, glowing predictably at the heart of what appeared to be yet another Soviet military function.
Among other, slightly more important stuff, Gagarin is probably directly responsible for my eventual falling in love with “Star Trek.”