I loved being a kid when we were launching things all over space. My imagination took off with The Robinson Family, Kirk and Spock, Moonbase Alpha and Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clarke, even Edgar Allen Poe. As for the title, I’ll explain it after the story.
Mission Commander Rochelle “Rocket J. Squirrel” Wisoff-Fields welcomes you to the world of Friday Fictioneers (in case Russell didn’t report in, I gave her a name for the week … thinking of YOU, Cuzzin’ Shelly!).
On the ground, John Nixon who gave us this photo. Thanks, John! I grew up around trees that grew this way.
The two boys couldn’t wait to run out to the odd-looking woods near the neighborhood.
“I’ll play Kyle and you’ll be Derrick and our spaceship just crashed here.”
“Right. We can pretend to build a campfire.” They stacked sticks and twigs.
Their moms stepped outside the house. “Time to come in now, boys! You can continue this tomorrow.”
“Kyle’s” mom looked at “Derrick’s” mom. “Imagine that. Since that thing crashed-landed, every kid is playing spaceman.” Holding the newspaper, she opened it up to the headline. “Oh, look. More news on it.”
Title explanation: when they sent the Voyager up, they sent a record called The Sounds of Earth. On it were all the recorded sounds of language, animals and music of the world. This included the Chuck Berry song, “Johnny B. Goode.” On Saturday Night Live (an American TV satirical comedy program, for those outside the States), they did a news sketch where they reported the Voyager probe had been found by aliens and the aliens listened to the record and sent a message back, “Send More Chuck Berry!”