Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Welcome, Discovery

Welcome to Washington, you rusty crusty old warhorse Discovery.

Yes, okay. I concede that the DC fly-by was as transparent a pr pitch as NASA has ever conceived, but I fell for it hook, line, and sinker. I put it on my calender weeks ago. And so, as piggy-back Discovery and her tiny dart of a escort lumbered RIGHT PAST my 11th floor window, there I was, yelling and waving. As it happened, I had my phone in my hand at that moment and was able to squeeze off a pic.

Still teary and goose-bumpy a whole day later.

Golly, I miss space.

More Discovery from yesterday:
 -- my fav Instagram pic
 -- as seen and felt from the Mall
 -- the interior via 'giga-pan', from National Geographic
 -- everyone was into it, one way or, well . . . another
 -- ". . . where no man has gone . . ."

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