A little robot made a perfect landing on mars and my husband went crazy. For ten years of his life, on and off, he’s worked on a instrument that now has a good chance at the 2009 mission. If NASA had failed, the next mission– and my husband’s dream– would have been in danger of never happening. Now he watches Nova like a little kid: I know that guy! I’ve been there! Look at that animation! Wow! Look, Ames!
I sit on the couch, trying to imagine it: a decade of your life working on a piece of machinery, dreaming of the moment it finds its use, fearful some american idiot who can’t convert metrics to imperial may blow it for you– then the tension is over and nothing is left but a sense of wonder as the pictures begin to arrive…