The Construction of Space Shuttle Launch Complex 39-B
A very personal and technical written and photographic history, by James MacLaren.
Page 74: Steve Skinner on the Pad Deck, Intro to the PGHM Bridge Beam Lift.
We will try to make it easy on ourselves here at the beginning, before the PGHM Bridge Beam has broken contact with the ground.
The Bridge Beam is back there in the distance, nearly but not quite, blocked from view behind Steve Skinner, and you can see one end of it directly in front of MLP Mount Mechanism 6, with a pair of jacketed Union Ironworkers within arm's reach of it, making ready for The Lift.
It was cold, and it was windy, and it was very early in the morning with the blindingly-brilliant orange crystal of the sun slanting in sideways at everything.
Steve, who you've met before in this narrative, and who was one of the very best of the very best, and a damn fine human being on top of it, was momentarily free from his Union Ironworker responsibilities as a foreman this day.
Steve was unstintingly
gracious with me, and seemed to understand that I really
wanted to know, and was really
trying my hardest to do so, and he would oblige me if and when.
And on this cold and windy morning he was happy to once again...
...oblige me.
I took his photograph with the day's Lift just getting organized behind him.
Then the cold wind blew him away this early morning, and some years later blew him away forever, and I do not know where he is, or how he is, or even
if he is, today.
But he was/is a Good Man, regardless.
Steve was one of the ones who caused what you see reaching into the sky in the distance behind him to take form, with his own hands and his own mind, and what you see behind him in the distance is no small undertaking, and no small thing, in every sense of the phrase.
And before the Bridge Beam breaks contact, I'm going to take us on another side-journey, this time to the PGHM, the astoundment which hung beneath the Bridge Beam. Or at least as much of it as I can scrape together. What little that remains of it which can be found, which can be considered, and which can be learned-from, lies
very thinly-scattered across the ground, and it is a Great Shame that this is so. I will do my best with it. And that is all I will ever be able to do, alas.