Dad, the Apollos and the End of Space Shuttle Era Sadness

I can’t even recall a time that I wasn’t cognisant of the fact that I lived in a country that actively pioneered space exploration. I remember sitting on wicker hassock in my Dad’s study, as a child and asking lots of questions. Dad would light his pipe, lean back in his big red chair, blow circular smoke rings and try his best to answer them.

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Dad, the Apollos and the End of Space Shuttle Era Sadness