Watching Disaster Strike: Challenger 1986
By Abagail Chartier Lewisburg, Pennsylvania was frigid. It was late January and Alessandro Massarotti was cold. His down jacket wasn’t enough to keep him warm as he walked from Bucknell University’s campus to Market Street. The thirteen-minute walk was torturous when it was around 14 ° Fahrenheit with some strong winds around twenty miles per hour. Massarotti had been at Bucknell for a few weeks now, visiting his then-girlfriend Kristin. In that time, he’d learned that the on-campus food wasn’t very good, so he was seeking out an alternative while she was busy with class. Getting into La Casa de Pizza was a relief. It was warmer in the small hole-in-the-wall shop and Massarotti was able to hunker down at a table. The TV was on; but of course, it was. Today was going to be historic. While an outsider to America, as he was only visiting, Massarotti could feel the buzz throughout the American population. Today was the day that the National Aeronautics and Spac