From the Economist: NASA at 50.
Funny - I saw NASA yesterday after work, at at Rosenthal Chevrolet. He was looking at Corvettes.
I predict a wild fling with a floozy, much money expended in an attempt to recapture glory days of the 60s and domestic trauma. In the end, Mrs. NASA is going to end up with the house, NASA will be batching it in those low-rent apartments by the river and his children will be in therapy.
Sad.
America's space agency has reached middle age. Will it now recapture the glory of its youth, or dwindle into decrepitude?
Funny - I saw NASA yesterday after work, at at Rosenthal Chevrolet. He was looking at Corvettes.
I predict a wild fling with a floozy, much money expended in an attempt to recapture glory days of the 60s and domestic trauma. In the end, Mrs. NASA is going to end up with the house, NASA will be batching it in those low-rent apartments by the river and his children will be in therapy.
Sad.
