Sputnik and Me

Noticing that the 50th anniversary of the launching of Sputnik was coming up, I had to ask myself:

Did I see Sputnik back in 1998?  Specifically, hanging off the ceiling in a corner of Krasnoyarsk State University?  My brother, who lived there at the time and who my parents and I were visiting, pointed it out.  “Sputnik.”  So it was.  Sputnik.

Showing the photograph of a Sputnik to a few of my peers in the following months, I would point to it and say “… and that’s Sputnik.”  A strange location for Sputnik to be, and seemingly a little random.  There was a disconnect, and the response would tend to be a little confused.   The unasked question:  Doesn’t Sputnik deserve better?

Probably.   But that wasn’t the Sputnik, which apparently was incinerated on re-entry.  I probably should have known that.  What I saw was some other Sputnik.  But maybe it is best to suggest that if you’ve seen one Sputnik, you’ve seen them all.

One Response to “Sputnik and Me”

  1. revenire Says:

    How about that Darwyn Cooke and the New Frontier? Now THAT was a good read!

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