Armstrong had piloted a Gemini mission [one that eventually involved an emergency return and landing], and was on a goodwill tour. I lived in Colombia as a “USAID” dependent. I was the only American, and was a little blond boy who had somehow separated himself from the crowds. Armstrong walked along shaking hands, passing me. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw me, and stepped back over to lean down and shake my hand.

I remember the lines of people, and the handshake, but the “passing me by” elements were imparted to me by older family members.

But Mr. Armstrong did indeed visit Santa Fe de Bogota. . . .