Stories of a short, fat bastard.

I had a Great Uncle Elmer Rosen who said his life was a wonder. He had lived a span which had allowed him to see both wagons crossing the northern plains and a man walking on the moon.
I remember newsreels of destruction caused by the V2. I remember getting hooked after reading Rocket Ship Galileo the first time, and closing down an entire business to gather around the radio for mission control describing the Mercury shots. I saw the shuttle at Edwards. And maybe, just maybe, I'll see commercial space flight and the beginning of the next era. I hope so.
Go Burt, Go.
T.