NEW FLORIDA RESIDENT BLOG

Welcome to paradise. Two nights ago, my 8 year old son called me to the backyard where he was playing, to watch a rocket launch.  Launches are rare enough so they are always great fun to watch and downright thrilling if we don't have to set an alarm to partake.  This was a Falcon Heavy cargo rocket raising above our house on a perfect night; we all stood there grinning at it. Fun! I know people in other states have good times too but, being able to watch a rocket lift off and spend nearly every day of the year outside with your friends doing an activity you love is (hopefully) the best childhood you can imagine.  My favorite times are actually when our son is having the best time with his friends and I'm close enough to get a shot of him smiling........ Fun in Florida....            Our Website

Welcome to Paradise. I grew up across from the Cairn where John Adams and his mom watched the cowardly British shell downtown Boston.  (Sidebar:  My wife reminds me that was a long time ago and I should stop referring to all Brits as cowardly; but old habits die hard.)  In any event, many things including my elementary school were named after Adams and he was pretty amazing.  The way he defended the Amistad mutineers and the (Cowardly) Brits responsible for the massacre literally give me goose bumps to this day.  But he was never my hero. I was always a Henry Knox guy.  Probably because I identified with a nerd that felt the call of duty to save a new nation and defeat a tyrannical overseas King.  Seriously, the guy owned a bookstore and defeated the most powerful military on the planet.  He lead men, and was not a leader.  He was the best strategist Washington had and was also brave beyond measure and committed to just causes. All in all, I liked growing up by the homes of impressive