End of an Era
"What the hell??"
At about 10:15 this morning, I was at my desk when I heard the loudest jet engine roar, like Blue Angels flyby loud. Louder.
"What the hell is..."
I jumped away from my cube, looked out the window, and saw history fly overhead.
The shuttle and the 747 disappeared over the next building just as quickly, moving on to the rest of its California flyby tour, before making its final landing later in the afternoon.
It all happened in less than a minute. Too fast for a picture.
But I saw the shuttle's last flight.
And I will never forget it.
At about 10:15 this morning, I was at my desk when I heard the loudest jet engine roar, like Blue Angels flyby loud. Louder.
"What the hell is..."
I jumped away from my cube, looked out the window, and saw history fly overhead.
The shuttle and the 747 disappeared over the next building just as quickly, moving on to the rest of its California flyby tour, before making its final landing later in the afternoon.
It all happened in less than a minute. Too fast for a picture.
But I saw the shuttle's last flight.
And I will never forget it.