Two years before Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon, and only five years after Alan Shepherd’s first sub-orbital flight, a small group of Air Force officers began to fly to the edge of space almost daily. They continued to do so for over thirty years, in the most incredible airplane ever built.
I was going to write something about the Shuttle, what it gave to its country, and the marvel of its very existence, but I just can’t. Not yet. I’m still too angry at the lack of vision — the incompetence — of the people responsible for shutting down our space program. Instead, I thought I’d re-post this excerpt from the book Sled Driver, about the near-spaceship that could.
If you love airplanes and flying, read on. If you don’t…well, some of us are luckier than others.
I ran across this blog entry more or less by accident. I commend it to your attention.
There are two legendary guitars: the Gibson Les Paul, and the Fender Stratocaster. I own them both. They are both incredible instruments, with highly unique tones that make them stand out of the crowd of many other instruments that are wonderful in their own right. And with a high degree of accuracy, I can listen to a recording and tell you which artist is playing a Les Paul, and which is playing a Strat; their tones are that distinct. But the fact that these legendary instruments exist at all — the fact that rock and roll exists as we know it — is due to one man: Les Paul….