Nathaniel straightened, the log still in his hands. Briefly red, and then so violently white that it washed out even the shadows. on March 3rd, 1952, and facing a window, then you remember that light.
If you were anywhere within five hundred miles of Washington, D.C., at 9:53 a.m. The snow framed him beautifully, its silver light just catching in the strands of his blond hair. I loved watching the muscles play under his skin as he pulled wood off the pile under the big picture window. He was lean, and only his time in the Army during World War II kept him from being scrawny. I pulled the covers up over myself and turned on my side to watch him. If I hadn’t also been at NACA doing computations, I wouldn’t have seen Nathaniel awake anytime during the past two months. We were taking a much needed break after a long push to prepare for the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics’s launch. “I thought I already did.” But he rolled up onto his elbow and got out of bed. “Does that mean I get another fifteen minutes of kissing?” He snorted, his warm breath tickling my neck. “Well, well … my very own ‘Sixty Minute Man.’”
I stretched under his ministrations and patted his shoulder. Nathaniel had his leg thrown over me and was snuggled up against my side, tracing a finger along my collarbone in time with the music on our little battery-powered transistor radio. We’d been awake for hours, but hadn’t gotten out of bed yet for obvious reasons. The morning light filtered through silver snowfall and did nothing to warm the room. We were lying in the bed with the covers in a tangled mess around us. If I had known how long the stars were going to be hidden, I would have spent a lot more time outside with the telescope. Nathaniel and I were a healthy young married couple, so most of the stars I saw were painted across the inside of my eyelids. He had inherited this cabin from his father and we used to go up there for stargazing. The president denies that the satellite has any military purpose and says that its mission is one of scientific exploration.ĭo you remember where you were when the Meteor hit? I’ve never understood why people phrase it as a question, because of course you remember.
March 3, 1952-(AP)-The National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics successfully put its third satellite into orbit, this one with the capability of sending radio signals down to Earth and taking measurements of the radiation in space. PRESIDENT DEWEY CONGRATULATES NACA ON SATELLITE LAUNCH
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