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So Discovery blasted off today. What the NYT called a disco-era spaceship. I was there when the last shuttle came down in fragments all over Texas. I prowled the terrain and saw the pieces. I thought we humans had to go back into space, despite the risks. You can read what I said in Discover Magazine. It still makes me sad, though. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to make it up there in this lifetime. But I'm glad someone is.