If We Can Land a Probe on a Comet . . .

Once upon a time, when a machine failed or a product disappointed, the common refrain was: “Geez, if we can land a man on the moon why can’t we . . .”

Well, times have changed. The spacecraft Rosetta, which NASA and the European Space Agency launched a decade ago, successfully rendezvoused with a comet last week.

Specifically, Rosetta circled our galaxy a few times with two flybys around Earth and one slingshot pass around Mars in order to use their gravitation pull to gain speed before taking off in chase of a frozen lump of ice and interplanetary dust measuring a mere 2.5-miles in length – which is almost shorter than its official name: 67/PChuryumov-Gerasimenko.

Moreover, 67/PC-G is 300 million miles away from Earth and hurtling through space at a speed of 34,000 miles per hour! By comparison, the average bullet goes a pedestrian 1,700 mph.

After its 10-year journey that covered a total of 3.97 billion-with-a-B miles, Rosetta dropped a probe named Philae aimed at the comet. Philae bounced twice before coming to rest on the target. It was a more challenging feat than teeing off a golf ball at Pebble Beach and making a hole-in-one on the moon.

In addition to sending back photos and scientific data, the mission has also accomplished something else: the phrase, “If we can land a man on the moon . . .” is now as quaint as a rotary phone.

Henceforth, when a product falls short of expectations or a machine falters badly, our complaint should begin: “Geez, if we can land a spacecraft on a comet speeding 20 times faster than a bullet some 300 million miles away, why can’t we . . .”

. . . train ourselves to take reusable bags to stores instead of wasting so much energy fighting over whether plastic bags are a constitutional right or a terrorist plot?

. . . find a cure for the common cold?

. . . create a vaccine, and quickly, for Ebola?

. . . invent a TV remote that my much-better-half cannot accidentally, and routinely, disarm the satellite dish receiver with?

. . . design a microwave oven that isn’t so befuddling to me that I wind up defrosting popcorn and popping frozen bagels?

. . . make newsprint that prevents the ink from coming off on the reader’s hands?

. . . build a home smoke alarm in which replacing the battery isn’t more difficult than solving Rubik’s Cube while balancing on a wobbly ladder?

. . . eradicate spam email and physical junk mail off the face of the Earth?

. . . eradicate concussions and permanent brain injuries from football?

. . . invent a Star Trek-like force shield for automobiles that repulses shopping carts and other car’s opening doors?

. . . re-invent airliner coach seating with knee room for anyone taller than a kindergartener?

. . . invent a method for deboarding a jetliner, after it reaches the arrival gate, with minimal chaos in less time than the flight itself takes?

. . . create a vaccine for rudeness?

. . . discover technology for plastic surgery that doesn’t scream on the patient’s face afterwards: I HAD WORK DONE!

. . . invent turn signals that automatically shut off after a driver has changed lanes and left it blinking for a full mile?

. . . put a woman (democrat or republican) in the Oval Office?

. . . design a pill that dogs like to take instead of having to be wrestled with like alligators until they finally choke the medicine down?

. . . design an easy-to-take pill that makes all breeds of dogs and cats stop shedding all over the furniture, floors and clothes?

. . . decide one way or the other on Daylight Saving Time year-round or not at all and quit this Spring Forward, Fall Back nonsense?

. . . build a transcontinental pipeline to move snow (melted) from the north east to Southern California?

. . . develop a way to pre-empt large earthquakes by dividing them up into orchestrated small shakes?

. . . create a vaccine for procrastination? (Scientists probably plan to work on that later.)

And lastly, “Geez, if we can land a spacecraft on a comet speeding 20 times faster than a bullet 300 million miles away, why can’t we . . . put a man back on the moon – or at least launch American astronauts into space on our own NASA rockets?

*   *   *

Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

Check out my new memoir WOODEN & ME: Life Lessons from My Two-Decade Friendship with the Legendary Coach and Humanitarian to Help “Make Each Day Your Masterpiece”

• Personalized signed copies are available at WoodyWoodburn.com
• Unsigned paperbacks or Kindle ebook can be purchased here at Amazon