Tonight I'm feeling a little down about yesterday's final space shuttle launch. It was the last ever. And we have no active replacement plan for manned space flight.
Here I am. Sitting here. In an America that is no longer a space faring nation.
As if it didn't sting enough that there has never been a human on the moon in my lifetime. Now I'm living in a post-space-age America. Kids born today are born into a America that no longer has a manned space program.
You know, the America I always felt I knew was an America that did big things. Many of us dreamed one day of becoming an astronaut. Maybe going to the Moon ourselves. Or Mars.
I've always felt that our manned space program, and our presence on the Moon was a symbol of American greatness, and innovation, and our belief that together we could do ANYTHING.
I'm still struggling with what it says about us that we know we could, but we don't.