Three weeks ago I drove through Nacogdoches to attend my grandmother’s funeral. It had been my first time in that small East Texas town since Columbia fell there. Having lived there for five years, everything look familiar, but I had a sad feeling in my gut knowing that two years earlier we lost Columbia. I saw some places, like the Fredonia Hotel’s parking lot, where I knew some large pieces of the shuttle landed.

It has been two years. It is time to get back up there.

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"If you can't take a little bloody nose, maybe you oughtta go back home and crawl under your bed. It's not safe out here. It's wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross; but it's not for the timid."
'Q' from Star Trek.