Whatever floats your boat...
It's been a long time since grade school, when our principal would haul the school's only television set into the cafeteria and call an assembly so that we could watch the Apollo astronauts. Nothing since then regarding the space program has elicited the same level of excitement, thrill even, I used to feel at being a witness to history.
But I felt a little tiny bit of it again today when the Space Shuttle Endeavor buzzed the Bay Area at 500 feet. The way one of my co-workers squealed and frantically tore a viewing space through the blinds, you would think the Beatles had arrived from London. Maybe in a way it was sort of like that.
It may be only a machine, but it's still a celebrity.
(This is not my photo. It was taken by a colleague.)