Shuttle Endeavour lifted into space tonight, arcing out over Florida the way it did so many years ago when I saw it from the hood of the Lumina in front of my rental hole in Sarasota. Tonight it barely made the news. That saddens me. We are half of the nations who routinely send people to space, but we are way more concerned about rain in New York than a handful of our brightest and bravest who are now in space, our only frontier, doing the things that everyone down here in the rain can't even comprehend. I predict that in a few hundred years we might not remember the rain, but we'll remember the space station and the space program and be glad we did it. This is tragedy of the commons inverted and I love it.