These were the totems of my modern youth. Mercury atop the stainless metal Atlas. Gemini atop the Titan. Apollo on both the Saturn 1B as well as the Saturn 5. Ancient Greek gods given modern forms, space-age materials fueled with volatiles, built and flown by volatile men, who sacrificed much, including some of their own lives, to give thundering life to each and every one of these now-silent machines.

I miss those days. This is the rocket garden for suddenly-old men to remember and regret lost opportunities, to dream what might have been.