Yesterday, the space shuttle Columbia blew up upon re-entry.
Everyone's heard about it by now, and surely has been talking about it. A friend of mine has a blog that she updates far more than I do mine, and I go there pretty often and sometimes leave comments. Yesterday, I left one such comment in a post of hers with the same name as this, about the loss of the Columbia. She seemed to like it, so I'm going to re-post it here as my first "moments" entry.
I just remembered: I was in the mall a couple of hours ago, and walked past a cluster of kiddie rides I normally ignore. You know the kind, where you put in a quarter and the car starts politely tilting back and forth. But as I walked by this time I noticed--I couldn't help but notice--that one of the kiddie rides was a space shuttle. A father was putting his kid inside, and the kid was all excited. I guess I must have had a weird look on my face, and it seemed the father was obviously aware that one or people must have also had the same weirded-out look. And he looked back sort of apologetically, with the look on his face saying what he never said aloud: What can I do? He wants to fly on the shuttle.
Posted by Nobody at February 1, 2003 07:57 PM
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