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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