Author Archives: Bob Kelly

Rocket Launch!

I grew up before there were satellites, astronauts, and intercontinental communications. What we knew about the stars and planets was from looking through optics. Radio telescopes weren’t invented. The Big Bang was still a theory, and no one had listened to the hiss of the cosmos echoing its birth. Continue reading

Hey There! We’re Back!

It’s been over three years since I made my last post. There has been some traveling on the road since that time, and I’ve had a good time. Life provides choices, and if we pay attention to the people around us, listen to our moral compass, act with compassion and try our best to do what’s right, the path is generally clear. Continue reading

Stephen Foster Cultural State Park

towerWe have been really relaxed and visiting family and friends, so I have found every excuse not to write.  It seems fun can trump writing. Anyway, are staying at the Stephen Foster Cultural State Park located on the banks of the Suwannee (Swanee River Fame) River in White Springs, Florida, not too far from the intersection of Routes 10 and 75. White Springs Florida was previously know as White Sulfur Springs, and was renowned for the curative properties of the water back in the day.  It was said that the waters in White Sulfur Springs, White Spring, whatever, would cure everything from rheumatism and indigestion (not sure how they are connected) to dandruff and insomnia.  I suppose that back then people lost sleep over their dandruff. Continue reading

Monroe Station Loop Road, Florida

morningWell, we’ve been on the road for about two and half weeks, and this the first time I’ve taken the time, to sit down and write something, mostly because we’ve had so much stinking fun. I figure the best place to start with is today, which turned out to be a really neat touring day. Today’s the day the blizzard of 2015 was supposed to cripple the New York Metropolitan area, but in typical meteorological outcomes, New Jersey got possibly 6 to 8 inches of snow, while all my relatives on the East End of Long Island were last count buried under 28 inches of snow, and as of this time, it’s still snowing. This puts me in the untenable position of writing about what a great time I had in southern Florida, under clear blue skies, 70° weather, wearing a short sleeve shirt and jaunting about in a pair of shorts. Continue reading