On February 1, 2003 I was in my senior year of college in Nacogdoches, Texas. I remember that weekend vividly. It was a Saturday and I woke up to a phone call from my parents. I was trying to sleep a little late because I was going to have a busy Saturday, but that didn't work. They told me I missed the sonic boom of the space shuttle Columbia exploding. It was all over the news. Then I began to call around to my friends. People were already finding things on their cars.
From there, I got ready for the weekend which was a church retreat with my friends from the Yellow House, a student union on campus. We arrived to a retreat location out in the woods outside of town. The owners had found this:
That is when things felt real. These 7 brave men and women died on re-entry to the Earth and their safe place for the l6 days of their scientific mission.
Word spread quickly that CNN was camping out on the downtown square, so I knew this must be the epicenter of it all.
My friends and I went about our business, and that night a news crew from Austin showed up as well as the county Sheriff. He instructed us not to touch this part of the shuttle nor anything else that we might find. I remember him saying, "We do not know what kind of chemicals are on these items, so don't touch it. You might grown a third eye or something." Now picture that statement with a big east Texas accent.
Come to find out, they just didn't want you taking things home as souvenirs Someone on our campus got arrested in the middle of class the next week for trying to sell a piece of the shuttle on eBay. He took government property. The campus was all buzzing about the event. I kept this issue of our school paper, so glad I found it today.
For the next 6 months or so, I met and saw men working from NASA who were temporarily relocated here to search for pieces of the shuttle. After it was all over, they found 82,000 pieces of debris, or only 38% of the shuttle.
A year later NASA revisited Nacogdoches and put on a thank you presentation for the city for their help and hospitality.
I was too young to remember Challenger, but I will certainly keep Columbia in my memory for a long time.