When our government decided to cancel NASA’s Constellation Program several years back, which would have taken us back to the moon and to Mars, Homer Hickman (author of Rocket Boys and October Sky) wrote a short story set in the not-so-distant future. This was his take on America in a “post-NASA” world, a world where the United States is not the leader in human space flight exploration. I wanted to share it with you, as I have some specific opinions that are of a similar topic I will be writing on in the future, and thought this would be a perfect preface. It’s an interesting tale, for sure – and a little disturbing to say the least.
I hope you find it interesting, as well, whether you support NASA’s endeavors or not. Oh, and were you aware that China landed its first rover on the moon last December?
The Boy Who Looked at the Moon by Homer Hickman
Just something I was thinking about . . .
While having a conversation with a friend the other day, an interesting subject came up about recent events in her life . . .
You know when you are doing something that reeks of flirting with disaster, but the heat of it all just pulls you in? Though you never really cross the line, you know you could at any moment if you so desired, but you don’t. And since that is the case, why flirt with it at all? Does the situation fill a void, address a need, bring back a feeling, evoke another time, teach you something about yourself (or someone/something else), or make you feel alive – all of these or maybe something entirely different? Then there’s your own cross talk. How do you address that? Do you really listen to it, or do you shuck it off – trusting your intuition, while discounting your own common sense? Do you think you have a handle on it, completely under control at all times? Are you fooling yourself; could you get in too deep? Is this something you would share with a close friend, and if not why? What would you tell a good friend if they approached you with a similar situation seeking your advice?
These are the types of questions I asked her. After all, she did come to me for advice.