I was riding my bike home at the end of a night shift. The sky was clear and Venus was high and bright as a morning star. I stopped by the side of the road, looking up at that bright, beautiful beacon, and wept.
No, that didn't happen on January 28th, 1986.
It was February 1st, 2003.
But that was when I wept for both crews.
And for the rest of us.
//The Magic 8-ball says, "Don't mourn. Organize."\\
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