[berserker]

Some of my finest memories of my naval career are walking in the dark down the hill from the officer's club at 2 or 3 in the morning to get back to the LST. Ah, what can you do with a drunken sailor?

[battlegearboat]

...so err-lie-a in the mornin....

I drove a 1964 TR4 that I bought from the retiring Public Works Commander. It was one of the top ten hottest cars at Roosevelt Roads.

My boss drove an authentic English Taxi to and from work.

If you didn't have a car at Roosey, you were definitly in a pickle. However, station residents felt it their duty to pick up hitchhikers, but not around those hours of the morning.