In 1996, for some reason, the shuttle flew over Sacramento on its way to Edwards.
It went over at the very crack of dawn, so I went outside a bit before that, wrapped in a blanket, and lay back on the sidewalk to wait.
Soon, in the dark east, a hot pink triangle materialized, and slid quickly overhead. I think it was pink from the heat. It was close enough to see that it was clearly a triangle, and clearly the shuttle, but I could see no details.
It moved silently over me, then disappeared into the equally pink sunrise to the east.
I wandered back into my apartment, curled up in bed, then as I was drifting off, the BOOM that you experienced rattled my window glass. I jumped out of my skin, and then burst into laughter.
It was honest joy.
I am a total shuttle-hugger, and that morning made among my most memorable space-related events.
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