After returning to my RV and cleaning myself and the bedroom, I was just getting a glass of water when there was another knock at the door. Way too late for anyone to be socializing, I figured it must be Irene who might have forgotten something in the RV. Opening the door, though, I found Christa instead. “I saw the lights on and thought I’d take the chance that you were still up,” she said. “Irene just came back from the...

The Saturday morning of the Memorial Day weekend was warm and muggy, as I got up with the sun to walk the dog along the coastline of the campground. I was working my way south pulling my RV along the I95 and heading for Key West eventually, but found myself this morning in a small campground in Titusville, pausing for a couple of days to take a break and visit NASA. I’m 51, retired military and currently a firefighter, an...