My Day May Yet Come! Then again....

Back in 1957, when the Russians put a man in orbit, I was one of the few who didn't want to go into training to be an astronaut. From what I heard, you had to be smart, able to swim and not adverse to getting up in the morning at worse hours than I was used to.

Fast forward to now. There is something wrong with the thermal blanket which should keep the shuttle safe from being burned up on reentry. They are sending two astronauts out to fix it.

No one ever thought they'd need a couple of quilters in space -- or even one! I'm keeping of the telephone line open as much as possible, in case I get an emergency call. I can at least talk someone through the process.