Father’s Day
OUR FLIGHT WAS AT 8:30 P.M. We—me, my older son, and his friend—had just spent three days thoroughly enjoying Universal Orlando’s theme parks, and we had a day to kill before flying home. As it turned out, SpaceX was scheduled to launch one of its amazing reused Falcon rockets from Cape Canaveral at 4:30 that afternoon, carrying supplies to the International Space Station. That would give us four hours to see the launch, get in the car, drive through post-launch rush-hour traffic to the airport, return the car, ride the shuttle to the terminal, check in, get through security, and board the plane. Almost perfect. We would be cutting it close. I paced around a parking lot outside a sandwich shop in Titusville, Florida. I tortured the traffic apps on my phone,…