The Morning The Challenger Blew Up
January 28, 1986 I stopped by my Grannie Ruby’s house that morning. The house was hot. Now I don’t remember that, precisely. But I know it was, because it always was. She had a gas space heater in the living room, not far from her chair. She was fairly frugal, so natural gas must have been cheap. She used a lot of gas. Seldom did I make it up to north Austin without stopping by. She watched The Price is Right or was it Lets Make a Deal. Those shows were always interchangeable in my mind. It’s possible she watched … Continue reading The Morning The Challenger Blew Up