JOHN GLENN climbed into a capsule the size of a washing machine one morning in 1962 and when buckled in atop 60 million gallons of liquid rocket fuel, spake: "Gentlemen, start your engines." At no point in the next three (first three) orbits of the earth - liftoff and reentry included - did his pulse rate exceed 90, or about what mine is when first bestirring after 9 serene hours of the old dreamless. Notwithstanding Glenn's unarguably heroic stature in the history of aeronautics, nobody at NASA liked him because he did not smoke, drink, grab women by the pussy or vote for any republicans. In 2003, at the grand opening of Seattle's Museum of Flight, a fundraising party was held to which were invited every living NASA mission control technician past or present, the entire cast of the movie Apollo 13, and every living astronaut, Russians included. EXCEPT JOHN GLENN. (Absolutely true.) (NASA really knows how to hold a grudge.) JOHN GLENN blasted off into eternity one year ago today and now orbits the throne of heaven with John Lennon. 95 years years old, he drops dead like that from nothing.
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