In the beginning, I mentioned a man with a key. During my visit to the rocket, I was incredibly lucky to run into someone official who had a key to the barricades. I won’t mention his name or even why he had a key. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize his position. When he pulled up, I was pondering the long walk. As he unlocked the gate, I took a chance and asked him about the rocket. He eyed me warily and said: “There’s no rocket anymore. It’s been removed.” I knew this wasn’t true, or at least I hoped it wasn’t. I had driven a long way to see it so I pleaded, “But I drove all the way from Tampa to see it.” He considered this for a moment and relented: “Okay, follow me.” I jumped back in my car and did just that. He led me to the rocket and proved to be a wealth of information about it and its history. It turned out the rocket had a very proud and conscientious keeper watching over it as it inexorably decayed deep in the swamp.