What I want to see beginning for the space frontier is the tooling to make tools, progressively to make tools, ever more of them ever widening. A construction facility to make construction facilities, progressively to make construction facilities, ever more of them ever widening. And a mining base on the Moon. What is not even on drawing boards yet after fifty-one years that I know of. Every thing is still square one, has not moved an inch off square one, after fifty-one years. Clapping hands about too long a future, still, running on a treadmill, including running a funding treadmill, going absolutely nowhere except to eventual inevitably infinitely untenable costs, retreat (again), retrenchment (again), and finally extinction.