The subtropical lifestyle of this vibrant river city, with the rush and tear left behind when two young hopefuls headed north in an old blue panel van, was now ours. Our children could grow in our adopted city and state - beautiful one day, perfect the next. We popped the cork of our sparkling white wine. The clock ticked towards midnight. With one little Croweater and two little Sandgropers snug in their Sunshine State beds, we clinked our glasses. Our future looked bright - the year, 1989.