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Hey Fly Boy

In high school, I gave my mother a heart attack when I announced that I was going flying with a classmate and that the 17 year old would be flying the plane. He introduced me to negative Gs and even let me take the wheel for a bit - sorry Mom, I wasn't telling you that part!

We all knew back then that there was no stopping this guy. And I can't believe I'm only 15 people away from saying I flew with the next Canadian astronaut.

Stolen from CTV, that dashing young gentleman centre and just left of the lone female is my good fly boy friend.


After that flight, we became good friends. Either that or he tolerated me for another good number of years, rambling on as a girl among the boys, always ending up being a crazy pants in one shape or form.

We'd lose touch then reconnect then lose touch again. Training to be an astronaut tends to require some dedication. My only excuse was too much time spent in the pub.

I'll be watching him now, though, keeping every limb crossed to get the universe to do the right thing.

I can't think of anyone else more deserving of representing our country in space.

Go Jeremy Go!

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