When Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, he said, “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” He also said a lot of other things. He was up there for four hours.
One of the things he said was, “Good luck, Mr Gorski.”
Who was Mr Gorski? The CIA went ballistic: it sounds like a Russian name, what if the first man on the moon was a Commie spy? But Neil Armstrong refused to tell, until 25 years later ...
Mr Gorski was his next-door neighbor when he was a boy. One night, he sneaked into the Gorskis’ back yard to get his baseball. The bedroom window was open. He heard Mrs Gorski screaming at her husband, “Oral sex? You want oral sex? You’ll get oral sex the day the kid next door walks on the moon!”
It’s an apocryphal story. But what if the Gorskis really did exist? What would have happened in their house when the kid next door walked on the moon?
I figure their marriage started freezing to death that night, long ago. They sleep in separate bedrooms now. They communicate in set routines. They care for each other out of duty and habit. The spark is gone.
Mr Gorski has forgotten that night, but Mrs Gorski hasn’t--it’s seared on her memory. She takes it personally that the kid next door is the first man to walk on the moon. She’s tormented by the thought of what she’s going to have to do to keep her word. Especially when she hears Neil Armstrong say the words, “Good luck, Mr Gorski.”
As the night goes on, the magic of the event unfolding on the tv gets to them. What seemed impossible is possible now; there are new worlds to explore. Slowly, Mr and Mrs Gorski start to melt ...
And find their love for each other again.