Sometimes the universe tends to unfold as it should. I’ve found that it is more important who you do things with than what you do, and the crew of STS-132 was a very special group of guys. Tomfoolery, shenanigans and running on the pool deck were guaranteed to occur. The day after we were assigned to the mission, I ran into the Chief of the Astronaut Office and asked him, “What were you thinking?” He had no good answer.
Our Commander, Ken “Hock” Ham, was the closest thing I’ve found to a real-life Captain Kirk. The Pilot, Tony “Guido” Antonelli was an MIT graduate who somehow pulled off a good ‘ole boy NASCAR-loving southern boy persona. Steve Bowen was the closest thing we had to adult supervision, but in this capacity he was a complete failure, fortunately. Mike “Bueno” Good was the epitome of quiet competence, when he wasn’t busting my balls. And Piers Sellers with his hilarious dry British humor was one of the most patient and gracious people I’ve ever met.
At a party for the launch team at the Cape, an old-timer called us “One of the Last Great Crews” and that might be the highest compliment we ever received.
But when we stood on the launch pad gazing up at Atlantis on May 14, 2010, Tony turned to me and said, “You know all that fun we’ve been having? Well, it’s gonna look real bad if we mess* this up.”
Fortunately, as fun as my crewmates were they were also very good at their jobs and despite having to overcome some unexpected challenges the mission was a huge success.
We added a new module to the Space Station, changed out the solar panel batteries and installed a huge antenna. That’s me in the spacesuit holding the antenna. If my crewmates were here right now, they would say actually that antenna isn’t so huge, it just looks big next to that tiny astronaut.
*actually he didn’t say ‘mess’