Before he had a chance to catch his breath, I put one hand on his shoulder and held out my right to his.
Good luck, Alan I said, looking into his eyes, squeezing his hand firmly.
This was the scheduled day of launch. Years of effort had converged on this time and this place for him and his colleagues and their friends and families. Untold numbers of meetings. Unspeakable numbers of email messages. They all led to this day.
He smiled as he looked back at me.
I've slept well at night. Those Atlas guys are good.
At Cape Canaveral for the New Horizons/Pluto launch
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