If you're old enough to have been around or to remember what happened 22 years ago today, do you remember where you were when this happened?
I was asleep after having worked a night shift at Magee in Pittsburgh. Jan was at work, and called me. I basically flew out of bed and turned on the TV in the living room. Didn't move much from the couch until after President Reagan gave his speech, and so eloquently invoked High Flight. The Great Communicator, indeed. Great speechwriters, too. I guess it's a good thing that White House speechwriters don't belong to the WGA, especially given the tenuous eloquence of the current occupant.
The lessons from this tragedy have been learned and re-learned by our society (Don't take anything for granted, and don't think it's not important enough or let CNN handle it for you, among many others).
Putting those things aside, let's take a moment and reflect on the lives of those involved, and how they ended or were indelibly changed by this event.
Have a blessed day.
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