Aron Wagner

Aron, in a black T-shirt with an American flag print, sits in his hunter-green home office. His Goldendoodle Maggie sits beside him holding a duck toy next to an overflowing toy bin, his son Jack army-crawls across the Persian rug, and his wife Rebecca relaxes in a tan leather chair with a coffee. The office has a dark wood desk with two curved monitors, built-in bookshelves with a vintage eMac and a red BMW model car, a framed Army Class A uniform, a framed Tampa Tribune 'Man on the Moon' front page, and a golf bag in the corner.

I'm Faith and family come first; after that, I run American Cloud, play a lot of golf, and have a soft spot for classic BMWs from before cars turned into computers.

Maggie is our Goldendoodle and my full-time shadow. Our son Jack is nine months old, has already needed a haircut, and army-crawls faster than you'd think. His mom, Rebecca, and I met shooting pool at a dive bar in Tampa. I don't drink, so I'm still not sure what I was doing there.

Make yourself at home and poke around the desk. There's a little arcade, too: help Maggie round up her tennis balls in Maggie’s Toy Run, try to take Rebecca shopping without going broke in Aisle Dash, work the American Cloud night shift in Five Nines, or play nine holes from my office to the bay in Tee Time. If you're local and you golf, let's play a real round.