Just got done watching the Space Shuttle launch, but I don't think I'll be over it for a long time. I'm really sad that the shuttle is being retired, especially now that we don't have a replacement vehicle. Never mind the government is dithering around on making a replacement (why did they have to cancel Constellation?). I'd secretly hoped to go up in the shuttle someday, just like millions of other children.

Actually, the shuttle program ended for me the day they took Endeavour out of service, it was the subject of many childhood adventure fantasies after my mother read me a book about it being sent to repair the Hubble as a bedtime story. It dosen't help that the Daily Telegraph has taken a gloom and doom attitude towards all of this, predicting the end of manned spaceflight, that the Indians and Chinese now own space, people leaving comments that say NASA is a waste of time and that we should be happy it's all being turned into museum exhibits and scrap metal, it makes me so very sad.

The Paw Sox game on Sunday was a dream. The whole neighborhood it was in seemed to have been celebrating the fourth a day early, with a whole bunch of people setting off fireworks at random. Every so often there would bean explosion, they started before it was dark, while the sky was still blue. Either the fireworks laws there are much more enlightened or the cops just don't care. Whatever it was it was magical. they won, and Lars Anderson was even better than last time. I see great things for him. They also won by the way. and on the way out we managed to pick up a bunch of free cheese samples from Cabot (the lady actually forgot she had already given me one and gave me too, then they just left the box unattended. Everyone was doing it). I wish I remembered more of the game so that I could tell you about it. Maybe I will later.