In 1986, I was working for Circle Seal controls in California. They had many military contracts, among them one for seals for the space shuttle program. I was their international Telex operator when Challenger went down. January 28 was a day of little work, stunned news watching, deep guilt (though it turned out it wasn’t our seal), and condolences in broken English from all over the world.

When I got up today I thought someone was doing a report on that tragedy. When I realized what had happened, I felt that horrified sadness again.

I know there are greater losses of life in the world, greater tragedies. But when a shuttle goes up, it’s the loss of a dream.

1 Responses to Columbia

  1. bluedog says:

    knew you’d post!! no words from me, just here..