Today, the Shuttle Enterprise flew over NYC as part of a salute to the now-ended Shuttle program. Upon landing, the Shuttle is due to be placed on a barge and floated over to the U.S.S. Intrepid Museum, where it will be put on exhibition.
I remember as a kid coming home from school and watching the Enterprise in its test flights. My mom was glued to the screen in wonder, and I couldn’t help but feel the same way. This was a plane that could go into space and come back and be used again? Who would’ve imagined that?
The wonder that I felt, along with many Americans, was about what this meant for the future. The Space Shuttle was the means to populate space itself. First space stations, and then the Moon, and then beyond. The success of the Shuttle program kept us all waiting for the “next big step into space.”
But that step never really came. NASA’s budget never matched the ambitious spirit, and after the Challenger exploded, America started wondering if we were ready to send people into space in reusable spacecraft. Certainly the political will to continue to fund NASA at high levels withered.
As the years went by, Shuttle launches and landings went from front-page news to the humdrum. With lack of media interest, the popular interest began to wane. It seemed like all the Shuttle did was fly up to the Russian Space Station and come home. Big deal.
And so finally, in a moment of political opportunism, the Shuttle program was scrapped. No announcement or intention to replace the program was mentioned. And even if one is thought-up, I doubt very much that Americans are interested in funding space flight again.
The end of the Shuttle program is a metaphor for the death of America’s pioneering spirit. The ambition showed so strongly by past generations is all but replaced with apathy today. As a nation we have lost the drive to see past the next hill, to dream of what lies beyond. Our appetite for knowledge is gone.
And so, as we look at the Shuttles flying overhead and wave goodbye, ask yourself what it is you’re saying goodbye to. The Shuttle? Or the dream?