Me, I was walking into the office of my boss in the Marvel direct sales office, moving with the speed and grace of a zombie. Carol looked up at me and saw that I was ashen. “What’s wrong?” she said.
“The Challenger blew up,” I said. My then-wife had been watching the launch on television and had called me, sobbing, telling me the news. We didn’t know at the time that it hadn’t actually blown up so much as it had been shaken apart.
Word sped quickly through the Marvel offices and I had plenty of zombie friends for the rest of that day. The shuttle had been very much in the news, mostly because of the presence of teacher Christa McAuliffe. Years later, Bill Mumy (who had at least some experience with space travel, albeit fictional) and I would memorialize her in our small way by naming the good ship Christa after her in the TV series Space Cases.
To anyone old enough to remember it, it’s just one of those snapshot moments in your head, where you recall exactly where you were and what you were doing when you heard.
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