Day Thirteen: Two historical events that mean a lot to me

metal-number-2Two historical events that mean a lot to me:  The space shuttle(s) exploding.  I saw both of them as they happened.

2: For the first one, I was home “sick” so that I could watch it, knowing that though the school had said we’d get to watch it live, we wouldn’t get to see ALL of it… talk about horrified.  I remember seeing something fall off or knock off or something right after launch, some puff or something, and I thought to myself, “Oh, no!  That can’t be right!”, and then I gave myself a good sc0lding for being a negative-head and “trouble-maker” just like all the people around me accused me to being anyway whenever I saw something going wrong, and then, it exploded.  I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of what just happened, trying to figure out what stage of what process was going on, and then when I saw the explosive cloud diverge, I knew I’d been right.

I really hate that feeling sometimes.

1: And for the second one, Joe and I were driving across from Wyoming to San Francisco to get my stuff out of the basement of the house in the Oakland Hills, and I saw a flash and a purple blur streak across the sky.  It was pitch black, I think we were somewhere west of Salt Lake City in Utah, it was a two-lane road in a rural area.  I tried to wake Joe up, thinking it was a UFO or else I was hallucinating from sleep deprivation, but he didn’t budge.  I wasn’t sure if I should have pulled over, but I also wanted to keep driving anyway so as to not lose sight of it.  It wasn’t moving fast – it looked like it was way up high in the atmosphere, from my vantage point only moseying across the sky by comparison, and it wasn’t until we got over the mountains and into California proper and had radio signal that we found out what happened from NPR.

 

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