Monday, February 9, 2009
Old Picture of the day
This was from around October of 1983/84. I only remember that we were in a hurry to get over to the 49er Club to give dancing girls our money and empty the bar of potent potables. I think we were doing a series of Torpedo drop exercises.
The guy who looks like he is ready to burst out of his flight suit is/was a mechanic by the name of Larry Nye. What a character. Funny as hell, and could drink until the beer was gone. He was my room mate in the barracks back at our homebase in Alameda. I thought he was old as hell, at the time. He had been in the Navy since 1964. He was prolly 38 at the time.
The cat with the red beard and green hat, trying to look serious is Brian. He was probably trying to keep an eye on his wayward junior Aircrewman, me. I was more than a handful, since I had not a care in the world other than getting hammered at the club and chasing girls. That's what you do when you are 21 or 22 and a Helicopter Antisubmarine Warfare/Search and Rescue Aircrewman. When not actually employed flying, we attempted to elude sobriety and clean living.
Brian is now the Vice Commodore of the local Navy Yacht Club. Funny how people who remember you from the murky past, and can tell stories that may be a little unflattering in the present. In Jacksonville. From over twenty five freakin' years ago. In California.
Keeps me grounded, I say. Best not be spoutin' lies about my rosy past. Twenty years of undetected crime they said, at my retirement ceremony.
Brian works for the State. He says that his tenure in the Navy, herding us cats and trying to keep the noise to a dull roar. All while trying to ensure we be safe aviation professionals, keeping all our fingers and toes intact while helping the Command keep its own helicopters out of the dirt, made him uniquely qualified. Yep, good experience to do what he do now.
Corrections or collections, not sure which.