Forty years ago this week, America's infant space program was on the verge of completing its greatest adventure, Apollo 11, a $350 million piece of derring-do that would put man on the moon and return him safely home.
The model car lay shattered on the basement floor, its pieces scattered in every direction.
For weeks, a young Tod Peavy had tinkered and toiled and thought of nothing but this car. But his foster mother resented the red roadster. She hadn't given it to him. Instead, a holiday well-wisher purchased the present for an anonymous foster child, and caseworkers put the toy in the boy's hands for Christmas.