|Guess which one is me.|
But I digress. My vision deteriorated as I grew, and I had to accept I would never be an astronaut, but my love of space never diminished. I watched the (by today’s standards) pathetic shows of “Buck Rogers” and “Battlestar Galactica” and dreamed of space. Years later, when I visited the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago, I was horrified the space exhibit was hidden in a back room.
When they ended the shuttle program, to be replaced by unmanned craft, I was (understandably) upset. Space travel seems destined for robots, while we humans crawl around like worms, fighting over meaningless ideologies while our world becomes increasingly uninhabitable.
On Friday, one of the last space shuttles was loaded on to the back of an airplane and flown around California. It flew right over my home city. As hundreds of Bay Area residents stood on street corners, hoping for a look, hundreds more drivers pulled over, thinking it was a day laborer discount event. Beautiful photographs flooded the internet.
|Doesn't get any sexier than that.|
You give up a lot to have children. It’s hard to find time to go see movies and friends. Vacations become more about entertaining the kids than enjoying yourself. From time to time, you miss out on once-in-a-lifetime events. It’s a sacrifice I willingly make.