More from Florida

Discovery is home. NASA took the longest time figuring out when and how to bring her down. From the sounds of it, they really really wanted to bring her back to Florida. Alas Discovery took a northern route home so we didn't hear the twin booms in this corner of Florida. I was a little disappointed, but at least the shuttle's home safe and sound. Bless NASA TV. It's Dad's CSPAN. To listen to CNN though, the whole landing was insanity. Granted, we had a cloudy overcast day with a little rain, but methinks if the nice people at Canavarel think they can do it safely, they will. Bunch of doom and gloomers anyway.

For lunch, we took a long trip up the barrier island past Satellite and Cocoa Beach, past Patrick AFB, and eventually to Port Canavarel. Patrick AFB had some large cargo planes parked on the deck, but Dad mentioned the search and rescue planes for the shuttle were out. Only one of the giant cruise ships was in residence. Rusty's had a nice view of the port, along with all the lively pelicans who decided to park themselves on the various boats moored there. They look like the ungainly of birds, but once they're airborne, they'll swoop and glide with the best of them. At least the wildlife here has personality, compared to DC's panoply of pigeons and squirrrels. (Not suggesting that squirrels lack personality, but after awhile, you want for a little variety...)