The experiences that forge a writer are many and I have a soft spot for all thing Challenger (in all its iterations). Mike’s post offering recollections are a fascinating insight and one that I read twice, thus proving something, although what, I know not.
It was one of those landmark days, the kind of day where people later ask, “Where were you when that happened?” The kind of day that leaves its mark, whether you want it to or not, intractable, like a brand on your soul.
It was Tuesday, January 28, 1986, two days after I had celebrated my birthday. I was in junior high that year, and my love for all things astronomy had me fired up and eager for the events that were to take place on that cold, blustery winter morning.
It was big news and a highly anticipated moment–the launching of the space shuttle Challenger, complete with its seven-person crew, including the first teacher ever to venture into space, Christa McAuliffe. But it was a school day, after all, and at the time of the launch, I was in Earth Science class, taking a quiz. The teacher, a…
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