Michael and I left for Daytona Beach on July 15, 2001. We had 5 days together. That was the main thing, father and son sharing an experience. I wanted Michael to see Florida as kids his age had. We went to the beach and got in the ocean. Michael bought a board, which he surfed on. We collected shells and saw crabs in the sand. We stood on the balcony and watched the waves. It rained! We drove to Orlando, and Michael got T-shirts at the Hard Rock Cafe. We drove south to the Kennedy Space Center and took the tour. It consisted of the Space Shuttle, Apollo program & the International Space Station. We went to Cocoa Beach, and Michael got a T-shirt from Hooter's. The girl signed it, "To a cutie from a hottie." We saw where they run the Daytona 500, the track on which Dale Earnhardt died. We stayed 4 nights in the hotel and were together almost constantly. There was stress, but it went well. It is apparent that Michael wants a relationship with me and is willing to make an effort. This trip was for him, not to indulge myself at the Space Center. We got reacquainted. We are friends!
Summer, 1973 - Deland
I flew to Florida to cut a record.
March, 1969 - Miami
I went to Miami with Kerry Goodall. I drove his Firebird even though it was not an automatic. We stayed with Kerry's sister and fished in the ocean.
December, 1968 - Daytona Beach
4th trip with my parents and sister.
1961,1962,1963 - Florida
We made family trips and became acquainted with the white sands of Daytona Beach. We saw Saint Augustine, America's oldest city, and the old Spanish fort, Castillo de San Marcos. We drove down to Miami and Lake Okeechobee.
In 1963, Jean Adair, my girl friend, went with us. John Kennedy was president, and I was naive to a fault. Little did I know the coming years would bring the assassination of Kennedy, The Beatles, long hair, Vietnam War, race riots, police brutality, women's liberation, drugs, Woodstock, men on the moon, hippies, Jesus Freaks, homosexuals, Watergate & the resignation of Richard Nixon. Somehow, I survived and found Karen.
The only memory I have of me and Jean at Daytona Beach is the Ferris wheel stopping with us at the top.