“Is this your first time visiting the moonbase?”
“Hardly,” said a middle-aged Frankie Clay, half of the folksong duo re-invented for the 1970′s, The Clay Brothers, “Fifth time.”
“No,” inserted Rickie Clay, “That time in ’73 we only orbited the moon.”
“Oh, right.”
Agent Jackson stared in disbelief, “Well, it’s my first time. . .”
“So what’s the situation? Reds? Moonmen? Robot Insurrection?” Rickie asked.
“Weren’t you briefed?”
Frankie shrugged, “They all blur together when you’ve done this as long as we have.”
Jackson tried to change the subject, “Don’t you guys have a monkey?”
“We don’t talk about ‘Nam,” Rickie said blankly.

