Jack of Harts

I lived my childhood in Minnesota, and the beaches there will always be the home of my dreams.  But I’ve grown and lived a lot since then.  I had to, or I never would have made it through The War and everything else that has happened since.  I’ve gone back to visit, but all I see are the people who didn’t make it through.  I guess my home since I retired is my starship.  She takes me where I want to go, and is always ready to welcome me back.  What more can I ask?