In 2003, while I was still living in the dorms, there was a weekend night I couldn’t sleep. About 2 in the morning, I heard a big commotion outside and brushed it off- closing time, drunks going home. It was only later I found out I’d missed my chance to see a huge bolide that streaked across three states.
Thanks, Yesterday’s Big Midwest Fireball, for reminding me to continue kicking myself.

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