The Magellan simulator at the Christa McAuliffe Space Education Center in Pleasant Grove is feeling brilliantly blue these days thanks to newly installed FAA approved runway lighting. Even the thickest fogs (or crew) are no match for these piercing illuminations. It's a good thing the Magellan is indoor with a solid roof because if these lights were seen outside we'd run the risk of the Paris to Salt Lake City Delta Flight coming in to land on 400 East Pleasant Grove!
I'm told James Smith has something to do with the lighting. There is talk of some assistance from others. The facts are hard to divine sometimes when dealing with our highly trained and fearlessly dedicated Space Center folks. Not wanting to run the risk of leaving someone without recognition, they'll simply feign a pesky memory glitch.
The bridge is down right pleasing to the eye, but the Magellan's true pièce de résistance is the transition hallway. Look at this.
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|The Space Center Staff gathered for an evening on the porch|
Where can you go in today's urban jungle to experience good, trustworthy, simple, pleasant, and sometimes interesting folks? Why the Space Center should have been the first thing to pop into your head. They are as honest as the Mississippi is long. They'd give you the shirt off their back if you needed it (parting with their earnings is another matter, which might take some convincing considering district wages).
Case in Point. The other day I stopped by the Space Center to see how the summer was progressing after returning from seven days in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota. I poked my head in the Odyssey Control Room and found someone's whole week's wages peering out from a handbag.
We're talking real American money, not that phony Canadian stuff. Curiosity got the best of me so I went in for closer inspection.
No, I stood there grateful such a place still existed right here in Pleasant Grove; where the locals are pleasant if not downright jovial.