I still need my space
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Lets celebrate Youthful American Bravado, not just the shiny suits and NASA Logo I'm wearing - but the test pilots with leather helmets and goggles, who sat in "Spam in a can" capsules powered by dynamite, and punched holes in the sky at Mach 2.3, going into space with the coolness necessary to return despite a 1 in 4 chance of not, and doing it all again. They managed this stress through competency.
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| No bucks, no Buck Rogers-it takes money to run a space program. |
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| The whole state of Florida is coastline, an American paradise known as The Red Neck Riviera -The Youniverse. Tranquility base.The ego has landed. |
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| My girl Sarah, a brain surgeon and a rocket scientist! |
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| Riding the sky. |