On a Saturday morning 10 years ago, some of us got up to watch the space shuttle land — space flight an almost-routine occurrence as the sharp pangs of Challenger faded to memory. And then Columbia disappeared, jarring us out of that complacency about space flight, reminding a nation that years of safe roundtrips didn’t erase the risk, ripping the heart of NASA, changing families forever. Mike Massimo, @Astro_Mike to those of us who follow him on Twitter, used the medium that didn’t exist a decade ago to share some of his memories about the people who got to live their dreams by flying through space on STS-107:
* As far as I know, Woody Guthrie wasn’t thinking of flights to the moon when he wrote Roll On, Columbia. The song, sung to the tune of ‘Good Night, Irene’ is an ode to a then-contemporary major feat of engineering, combining the power of rivers with the majesty of the Grand Coulee Dam.