The Challenger Disaster
Thirty years ago today, the shuttle Challenger exploded shortly after lift-off. I've seen posts on social media asking us if we remembered what we were doing when we heard the news. And that got me thinking about that awful day. I grew up in the space program. My Dad began working at "The Cape" in 1958, several years before I was even born. He began with General Dynamics, working on the Atlas Centaur rocket. When the shuttle program began, he moved to Rockwell and became a part of the team that put the orbiters together. By the time he retired in the mid-1990s, he was the supervisor of the KATS lab, which was responsible for the onboard computer systems used on the orbiter. The hallway in my parents' home was covered in photos of astronauts, launches, and landings. I had the pleasure and privilege of seeing launches from the Space Center. The space program was in my blood, so when the Challenger exploded on that cold January day thirty years ago, I took the loss p...