Yeah, I can dig your “big stuff.” I used to help build it. But when I moved inland they wouldn’t let me bring one. And I’m heckuva disappointed in the current crowd of builders/overhaulers. By my count there are currently 17 fast attacks tied up dockside waiting for someone to change their oil. The guys I trained and left behind were holding their own but most are retired/dead. And it seems like DEI is degrading the work force. The current leaders are having trouble finding engineering grads who actually want to build stuff. Most want a desk, at home, with coffee service and a foot warmer.
And, oh, by the way: I helped put the last spare 16’s on the New Jersey quite some time ago. The sailors promised me they were going to wear them out on Charley. You’ll just have to suck it up and go with a Boomer.
In my neighborhood it’s good to stay on the road, drive slowly, and talk plainly.
Mighty nice of you all to share the other 3/4 of the big stuff with the rest of us, what with there being another ocean and all.
I am a renaissance beach bum, a man for all seasides.
Being close to salt water has the wonderful effect of moderating the weather extremes at least 99.8% of the time. The other 0.2% just happens to be hurricanes. You have to learn to reason with hurricane season.
SpyNavy
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)