Times Square

Buzz drinks in the sights after a riveting performance of The Loin King.  Much to his dismay, he discovered that the musical was more to do with animals and less to do with loins.

Irish Lakes

The shores of an Irish lake lap rhythmically to the beat of Neils poetic heart.
"Like sands through the hourglass, these are the days of...oh cripes!"

Sauces

Lost without the guiding wisdom of his friend Neil, Buzz takes refuge in the sauce.

Leprechauns

Dear Buzz,
I am disappointed to report that I have not found the Leprechaun castle as described on Google Maps.  Looks like the pot-o-gold was found long ago and the Leprechauns have since scattered to the hills. I suppose we will have to make due with the NASA pension after all.
End Transmission,
Neil

Graves

Ashes to ashes, and star dust to start dust, Neil contemplates the lives and deaths of his ancestry.  Here lies Massy Carole O'Shaugnaghnacy Strongarm, may he rest.

Trinity College Dublin

Dear Buzz,
The best part of traveling is the anonymity of the spacesuit...none of those pesky MIT nerds following me around and asking questions about the meaning of life and such.  Here at Trinity College Dublin, I have gotten some attention. One "bloke" handed me a "fiver" and tried to give me directions to the "dePaul".

More soon. Your friend,
Neil

Carroll's Hats

Sufficiently caffeinated, but still feeling groggy, Neil amuses himself by pretending to be a Leprechaun. "When in Rome...fiddle dee di dee di dee di"

College Green, Dublin

Neil, sleepy from his flight to Dublin, poses for a self portrait at the outdoor area at Starbucks on College Green.  "Star-bucks", he thinks to himself..."star-plucks, star-lucks, star-gucks, star-sucks...heh heh heh...StarSucks". Someone needs a power nap.

Airplane

After accomplishing a lifelong dream of walking on the moon, Neil satisfies his deepening curiosity by traveling to Ireland. As the coast of Dublin emerges from the misty morning dew, he is suddenly overcome by a sentimentality rare to him. He is grateful that his helmet shields his manly ego from the lonely tear drop that glides down his stubbly yet chiseled cheek.