Grissom, White, and Chaffee on a rocket ride to heaven
In honor of the Apollo 1 incident, forty years ago today, let's have a little musical interlude from The Rainmakers, to remind us of the consequences of poor planning or poor design or in some instances plain old lackluster execution. I'm trying to keep this song in mind as I continue my basement remodeling. The good news--I'm not working on anything that involves structural integrity or electrical wiring. If the window trim isn't quite square, no one's going to die. Probably.
The lyrics, if you'd like to follow along:
Take a trip with me in 1967
With Grissom, White, and Chaffee
on a rocket ride to heaven
A dead-end date aboard AS-204
It was American made
Only the best for our boys
And we were rockin' at the T-Dance
Rockin' at the T-Dance
I had another date
with a homecoming queen
I took her to the prom
in Apollo 13
We orbit the moon
We couldn't get home
Little Queenie's mom was pissed
'cause her baby didn't phone
And we were rockin' at the T-Dance
Rockin' at the T-Dance
Well can I get this fixed today
(it's not my job)
But I need it so bad
(it's not my job)
Well triple-time is what I'll pay
(it's not my job)
But I need it so bad
Take a trip with me to Kansas City MO
To the Hyatt House, to the big dance floor
You can still see the ghosts
But you can't see the sense
Why they let the monkey go
And blamed the monkey wrench
And we were rockin' at the T-Dance
Rockin' at the T-Dance
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