January 28, 1986 was a snow day in suburban Atlanta. But it turned out that most of the roads were passable. Because of that, and for scheduling reasons I don’t remember, I wound up heading over to Mrs. Mann’s house for my weekly piano lesson sometime in the late morning. Somewhere in the middle of it, her teenage son came running in yelling, “The space shuttle blew up! The space shuttle just blew up!” So Mrs. Mann and I ran in to the live network coverage of the Challenger blowing up.
That was twenty years ago today – one of those occassions where you remember where you were when it happened. Where were you?