I was going to get up and watch the Shuttle re-enter the atmosphere this morning, but forgot to set the alarm.
Instead, a few minutes ago, I got a call from my sister, whose voice sounded just like it did when she called before dawn on September 11, 2001.
Now I’m sitting here with a six year old boy who loves aviation and space travel, talking about what happened to Columbia, and how something so adventurous and wonderful could end so badly.
It’s been almost exactly seventeen years since the last Shuttle disaster. Not long afterwards I wrote Accidental Lessons: Reflections on the Challenger Tragedy.
I’m sure we’ll learn from this one too.
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