Last fall I posted about 2008 TC3, an asteroid that was spotted just in time to watch it break up in the atmosphere over Sudan. It turns out they went out there and picked up the pieces.
I don’t really have much to add, except to say that I love following this sort of story because they always remind me of the times I’ve seen an meteor. The best one happened one night as I was driving along Route 2 toward Boston, and just as I crested the hill that is Arlington Heights, a magnificent light lanced full across the sky. For a half second, I could still see the full, shallow arc, north to south, and then it burned only in memory.
That’s why I always look up at night.
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