Tuesday Reading

Sorry for the few posts last week. I took a vacation with my family. Back, now, and ready to roll.

Robert D. McFadden on the rampage a few weeks ago in Greenwich Village.

Brick from Merritt Island, Fla.: The old-timers still talk of manned rockets and raucous nights at the space cowboy roadhouses, the Moon Hut and the Mouse Trap, places where yesterday's gravity resisters could raise a beer to honor the Moon and missions thereabouts.

Since those days, a whole generation has known space travel only by the shuttle, its orbital perambulations practically terrestrial by comparison. But in a quarter-century of blastoffs here, that bulky, snub-nosed, imperfect craft has gained its own set of…