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End of an era. No more space shuttle, quite sad as I grew up watching this beast shoot up into the sky. I remember sitting in my dads' car, waiting to pick up my sister from her first job and hearing on the radio that Challenger had exploded. I remember Columbia too. I've followed so many launches and landings, it's a metaphor for life. Only Mrs Somers knows just what an anorak I am when it comes to the space program, it's like a guilty secret, except that I don't feel any guilt. We should all look to the stars!

Yay, I've found the little tool that enables me to add photos again. Here is my little star dancing to Glasto. Complete with red eyes.

You shall have an ocarina Mrs canadian composer, just give me some time. I'm having those thoughts yet again so maybe in need of some spiritual support via the gulfstream. Take a deep breath, then get back to the present...