On my final visit to the old Yankee Stadium, I "borrowed" a chunk of old cement and an iron “NY” logo off a dilapidated bathroom sign—simply because I knew I'd never be back. Unlikely enough, Neil Armstrong and I have a kindred nostalgic, borderline kleptomaniac train of thought.
More than 45 years after the historic Apollo 11 mission, his wife recently unearthed a clandestine bag of lunar goodies he snatched from his legendary trip. Behold, the priceless fruits of the universes’ first moon-jacking.
One small man-bag from space. One giant find for mankind.