One of my earliest memories was the Challenger explosion. I was in first grade. I remember seeing a teacher running into the lunchroom and I knew right then that something bad had happened. They confirmed my fears right after lunch that day. I was devastated. I didn’t even care that the TV networks pre-empted “Superman” (which was a TV series then) to show coverage of the explosion. I sat in my Superman cape, sucked my two fingers and cried.
Fast forward to 2017 when I decided that the only place I would feel one with God was in the Great Beyond. Well, that, and the idea from “The Big Bang Theory” to have the first baby on Mars. That sounded like a good idea.