This week The Endeavor was riding down California streets at two miles per hour, inching its way to its final destination. My friends were posting pictures of it on Facebook, many of them employees of NASA who knew a lot about the shuttle program because they had actually worked on it.
But I didn’t need to see those pictures, as my son Christopher had already talked me into seeing the shuttle in person a few weeks ago. We were tired from the two hours of traffic we had to fight just to get a parking place at Ellington Field. It was a school night, but as Christopher kept reminding me, afraid that I would change my mind as we crawled to our destination, “We can’t miss history.” Even a child could see the finality of it. Continue reading