This set of letters sent to the Hayden Planetarium in the early 1950s regarding reservations for the first interplanetary travel kills me. It may be the best thing in the universe. (Until this, that is.)
Then there are letters that reflect a serious time commitment:
I love this next one because snarky-17-year-old-me would have totally gotten along with this snarky-17-year-old-from-the-1950s. If you look through the entire slideshow, it seems that a lot of the writers are around 17. Mars: a valid alternative to college?
And then some small part of my brain that eschews morbid humor for just-plain-morbid yells “All of these people are probably dead and we’ve never been to Mars and you’re already 22!” Ahem.
BUT the real point is: whether now or in 1950, your average civilian is ready to drop everything to go to Mars. And that is unquestionably a positive thing.