Its now April and still on my southern journey of family visits. Its been a great time to catch up with dad and argue about minutae no one else would nitpick about, so now you all know where I get it from. If only you were around like Ricky when my brother AND dad were lambasting me about nothing in particular during a card game that's a parody of Magic and D&D, you might derive as much pleasure as he did seeing me with my back against the wall, much like I might have done to you!
Yesterday morning, my pops and I woke up around 5am, and drove down towards Cape Canvarel (is it Kennedy, or is it Canavarel? I never know anymore.), getting lost in the pre-morning fog (mental and physical) only a few times, in a clever gambit to watch the 3rd to last manned space shuttle launch in the foreseeable future. After avoiding some hairy traffic, we found a nice paddock (peppered with about 30 other folks, families in SUVs getting eaten mosquitos) jutting out into a swamp about 15 miles out of the Space Center. The sky opened up and some astronaut babes broke escape velocity. The visual evidence is most compelling.
nice thing to do pre dawn with pops. neat pics.
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