George has been a devoted space fan since childhood, so when it turned out that he had to be away from the house when the shuttle Endeavour was scheduled to fly over the Bay Area, he made sure that I had my camera all charged up. I kept running from TV to Twitter to the radio to get information about where it was, but the updates were sketchy and contradictory. At one point I thought I had missed it and was so disappointed. Then a local TV station reported that it was over Oakland, so I rallied and got ready. And there it was, approaching from the south east, coming straight at me!
I dialed George on the cell phone as soon as I saw it, and somehow through my shaking and taking photos, managed to choke out that I could see it!
Then it was right above me, next to the house. It thundered past, and then disappeared over our roof to fly over Richmond and off toward the Golden Gate Bridge for the real photo-ops.