‘The space race?’ Johnny huffed at Sal. ‘Ain't been no race for space since the 1950s. You know, Sal, our tech is always ahead of what we tell the dames at the news station. Space? Been populated for years. Ain't no race for space. Don't make sense sendin’ all those rockets up - bad for the Earth, ya know what I mean?’ he said sitting back in his chair on the porch, winking at Jimmy. ‘When you're picked for space programs, you're shown the way.’