Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Last Starfighter

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.











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