That's all there is that separates us from the violence of space. This thin atmosphere, fueled by our nearest star, gives us the air we breath and the water that sustains us.
I often think about how lucky I am to have been born in the first century in the history of mankind in which we could explore this atmosphere and space beyond. As a small boy I witnessed the very beginnings of space flight with the Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo programs. I loved (and still do) anything that is aviation related. I regularly heard sonic booms while growing up in Pine Bluff as our military developed aircraft that continued to break barriers going higher, farther, faster. I wondered what kind of jet just flew over that left a sonic boom that sometimes shook things in the house. Maybe it was that B-58 Hustler I saw taking off, low, right over our heads during a family trip in Texas.
These ventures into the skies above us and space beyond give us all a new prospective on how we view Earth and its existence in the Universe. So small. So beautiful. So delicate.
Welcome to my journal of life in this thin blue line.
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Sometimes on starry nights, I put my hands up and look at them against the sky. I feel so incredibly small. Then I feel so significant that I was blessed to live in a planet that's not ugly, but beautiful and amazing. There are endless things to ponder that lie beyond that thin blue line.
Great inaugural post! Welcome to blogger-land.
There's so doubt where I get my love for anything space or plane related. I'm glad you are blogging! Miss you a whole bunch.
Jana told me about your blog. She is very proud of her Dad.
Thank you all for my very first comments! I have some very special and sweet daughters.
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