In 1981 I was standing on the unfinished first floor of what was to be a two floor house looking out on Lake Champetra.
I was listening on a battery powered radio/8 track player as the news link I had tuned in was documenting the first space shuttle take off.
John Young was in command.
Even though I couldn’t see what was happening, I was able to visualize what was happening due to the magic of radio (remember those Stan Freeburg ads?).
The liftoff went as planned.
I wasn't surprised.
Too bad humanity came back to earth after all our unbelievable success – all the lunar landings and all the other near space travel, including the construction of a huge space station - and decided that grubbing for coal, rather than reaching for the stars, was our true and proper destiny.
God speed John.