Today is the 30th anniversary of the horrible Challenger explosion and I knew I saved the newspaper, somewhere. Then it dawned on me I kept it in the back of our youngest’s baby book, the book worse for wear when a box it was stored in got wet, but still stuffed with great memories and statistics.
Still, it’s hard not to reflect on the brilliant lives lost in the Challenger. It’s like so many other major tragic events- most of us remember where we were when this happened. We were in Switzerland then and I saw it on TV, sat stunned and confused at the explosion, and then tearful realizing what happened. Sigh.
I’m heading into the city in a few. Not bringing my camera so be forewarned, the photos I take will be lousy from my iPhone. Nonetheless, I’ll post pix as I see noteworthy from the city…