“I do, too. There’s something you can’t see through a telescope,” Bean went on. “If I were a scientist painting the moon, I would paint it gray. I’m an artist, so I can add colors to the moon.”
“But aren’t you also a scientist?”
He shrugged. “I don’t think of myself that way anymore. Yeah, I got my degree, but I’m not an engineer. I clocked over seven thousand hours, but I’m not a pilot. I can remember walking on the moon, but am I an astronaut?”
“Yes, yes,” Griff insisted. “You’re all those things, Captain Bean, and more.”
He looked at Griff for a moment, and then he turned his attention to the two women at the front of the tent. “We got some customers.”
Griff nodded and went to tend to them, leaving me alone with the moonwalker. I took a step closer, swallowed, and made another atte
