NO SPACE FOR COWBOYS
Chris Hadfield sounds momentarily flustered. The former astronaut’s car has begun making an annoying sound, and he can’t figure out the reason. “Sorry about this,” he yells over his car’s incessant bing, bing, bing, “I don’t know why it’s doing this.”
Hadfield, perpetually busy despite retiring as an astronaut eight years ago, has taken my Skype call about his latest adventure – his first novel – as he makes the drive from his summer cottage in his childhood hometown of Sarnia, Ontario, to Toronto. His crew mates on this three-hour journey across the flatlands between lakes Huron and Ontario include his family’s dog, a new puppy and two noisy cats, which have now been drowned out by the car.
“Why is it doing this?” he shouts, apparently to himself, before the car’s tantrum ends as suddenly as it began. Hadfield has been a fighter pilot, walked in space and commanded the International Space Station
