Falcon Heavy Launch

Give a person a Tesla roadster, they'll bitch about having to charge it.

Inspire a generation of kids, literally change the course of human history.
The hair on my forearms was standing up straight as I watched it live, I'm old and not much gets a rise out of me, but the Falcon Heavy test flight did.
 
We have come a long way, from the early days to the recent days. Good video here, great historical footage, with hero-music soundtrack.



That video reminds me of building rockets out of paper towel and toilet paper tubes and using Estes engines. That was nearly the equivalent to kids today and their Tide pod challenge, but a hell of a lot more fun!
 
My great-grandparents went to a one room schoolhouse, literally in a horse and buggy (if they were lucky and didn't have to walk both ways uphill in the snow). My grandparents defeated Fascism and split the atom. My parents, for all of their many faults, destroyed for all educated people the notion of "race" as a meaningful arbiter of a person's worth, landed a human on the Moon, and returned him safely to Earth. And we are good with the iPhone? Let's adjust our sights a bit upwards, shall we?
 
If not for the space program in the 1960's and 1970's, I would have never been an airline pilot.

I wanted to be an astronaut!

Shuttling Ma and Pa Value Traveler between LGA and MCO wasn't exactly one of my life goals.
I'd never go to space. I applaud those that do, but I want no part of it. I'm not built to survive without the loving embrace of our blue jewel. I get nervous at high altitudes (46K-51K) not because I'm afraid of heights but because I'm fully aware of any number of things that might end my day in a rather abrupt manner. I hope we continue to evolve and explore, I'll leave it to the youngsters, I just got new pillows and I intend on giving them a thorough functional check.
 
I was flying past Vegas when I noticed a fuzzy star moving in the sky. I watched it for about 10 minutes before it turned into this. So cool to watch it happen in person
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I'd never go to space. I applaud those that do, but I want no part of it. I'm not built to survive without the loving embrace of our blue jewel. I get nervous at high altitudes (46K-51K) not because I'm afraid of heights but because I'm fully aware of any number of things that might end my day in a rather abrupt manner. I hope we continue to evolve and explore, I'll leave it to the youngsters, I just
got new pillows and I intend on giving them a thorough functional check.

And that's ok!

But me, I would go to space in a heartbeat, inherent risks and all.
 
And that's ok!

But me, I would go to space in a heartbeat, inherent risks and all.

Amen. I remember distinctly, in the way that one does in one's doddering old age, my sainted mother telling me (not very long after the Challenger explosion) that she (as a school teacher) would have taken Christa McAuliffe's place if there had been a 20% chance she wouldn't have been blowed up. We are curious primates. It may be our only redeeming feature, upon reflection.
 
I was flying past Vegas when I noticed a fuzzy star moving in the sky. I watched it for about 10 minutes before it turned into this. So cool to watch it happen in person
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Wow. Saw the same thing last night and had no idea what it was. Very cool.
 
That's a pretty bold thing to say for a man your age, and I think we are the same age (I'm 46). I couldn't do it.

We're within a year.

I've always been a science nerd and remember we grew up in a world of sci fi where we were most likely going to have a moon colony in the mid 1970's and be on Mars in the early 1980's and then we just… stopped.

My path is that I wanted to be an astronaut so I tried to get into one of the service academies in order to weasel my way into a pilot slot and then off to test pilot school, which was the path of a lot of other astronauts at the time.

The end of the cold war hit and everything innovative came to a halt. ROTC in college meant that I was going to end up shuffling paper and measuring margins where the only payoff would be a "Missileer" or "Navigator" slot so I veered away from that. "So I guess I'll be an airline pilot."

It's a lot of fun, but I've always wanted more and would jump at the opportunity. Basically my trajectory at the moment is that my eulogy will read "Flew value-oriented travelers to Atlanta with regularity, started a website and helped make a lot of pilots. Loved well-poured margaritas". I've love to add on "made it off the blue ball of Earth".
 
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