Thirty years ago today, the space shuttle Challenger broke apart just over a minute after launch. One of my earliest school-age memories is of watching the launch and explosion of the Challenger.
I don't remember that President Reagan was scheduled to give the State of the Union that night, and postponed it to give this address.
The poem referenced at the end is High Flight:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
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