While not much to actually see, it was still pretty incredible. About a dozen or so gathered at the pier to watch the launch. Right on time, a small glowing streak came rising up in the south. The streak vanished briefly, the barely visible detached stage falling away. Seconds later, the next stage ignited with a small poof and the streak resumed, arcing east over lower Manhattan. Inspiring.
The salt of the Jetty is not so different from the disco snow on the ground in BK.
Not enough caffeine in the world.
Last time I'll ever be here - goodbye Mawells and thanks for all the memorable nights and forgotten ones too