I heard the end of an era. . .

Or did I?

Two nights ago, as we were settling to sleep, a sound, like that of thunder, only louder, more powerful, shook the house and rattled the blinds.  Thunder, no being uncommon where I live, I thought it rather sudden and tremendously intense, but then my wife said, "I guess the shuttle has returned."

Yes, I can watch them as they go up from my front yard, and I feel/hear them as they come back to Canaveral. And this one, if I am not mistaken is the last of its kind.  Given the mood of the nation, I am a little worried about the fate of the program. But I know that NASA has plans if we can only find the money to fund dreams.

But see here for other possibilities.


  1. Unfortunately, those who control the money dream only of re-election. They don't even notice the moon or the planets or the stars, much less think about going there.

    Perhaps our only hope is the profit motive.


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