When I share that I grew up in Florida, people often asked if I could see the space shuttle launches from my house. Having lived in Titusville (a quaint town across the river from the Kennedy Space Center) I had a front-row seat to an immersive experience that one could only truly understand if you were there. You could feel the rumble of the rocket engines deep in your chest, the delayed sounds of the ignited fuel that took it’s sweet time to arrive in your ears moments after the rocket had… (read the full article here)