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First
things first! Welcome my humble minions. For those of
you patient enough to wait for this week's newsletter (which was late) you are in for a great surprise. Mooj mail, a genuine Mooj
poem, a short story about a crazy Korean guy and Jules
Vermilion's first installment of his navy adventure series are just some
of the good things you'll find in this issue. I don't want to waste
your time with small talk so I won't. Enjoy! |
Each week
troubled and otherwise misguided minions elicit sage-full advice from
The All-Knowing and All-Loving Mooj. Say what you will about The Mooj
(e.g., that I'm a bum, crook, fraud, tax cheat or whatever), but the one
thing you cannot say is that The Mooj doesn't care about his readers.
Yes, no matter how stupid or inane a letter may be it is
treated with the respect and dignity it deserves. The Mooj asks only
that you at least try to make your request for sagely, secular, or
psychic advice somewhat coherent and meaningful. |
Dearest Mooj,
I've met the nicest and most understanding guy in
the world on the Internet but my friends think he might be a crook. I am 35 and
he is 22. His name is Juan and he lives in Mexico City. He is a medical student
and is really, really smart. He has helped me with loads of personal problems
and I feel like he really cares about me. He says he wants to marry me as soon
as he gets out of medical school. Last night he asked me to send him $45,000 so
that he could buy an X-Ray machine to help the poor. Should I?
Your #1 Devotee in Iowa,
Brenda Leslie Hollow
The Mooj thinks that if you're
willing to fork over $45,000 to some nut then it might as well be me! What kind
of devotee are you anyway? The Mooj is ashamed of you.
Oh My Gawd Mooj! The artist who
designed the box for Land O' Lakes is a genius!!! Not only did he include that
Mad magazinesque back cover fold in feature but for the less sophisticated he
included a caption under the young squaw's breasts. By using the "TT"
from the word "Butter" he perfectly described what the viewer was
looking at.
Enrico Fermi Asmus, age 10.
The Mooj was very alarmed
to see the Land O' Lakes Indian lady's secret depicted in such vulgar detail in
last week's newsletter. Normally, The Mooj wouldn't allow such filth to be
included in his family-themed newsletter but I made an exception because I feel
minion parents should know what obscenities await them inside there own
refrigerators.
El Mujo,
I've just found out the girl I've asked to marry has had a
colorful past, which included lots of one-night stands and orgies. I feel
betrayed by both my fiancée and her previous boyfriends (many of whom used to work with me). Am I just over reacting?
The Virgin Barry,
Jim Thorpe, PA
The great poet-philosopher Ho Chi
Tolliver once wrote, "Love is like a glove, you try it on a few times to
make sure it fits, knowing very well that others may have done the same."
The Mooj has no idea what that means, or if it even applies in your case, but
you're obviously going to do what you want and so I don't see the need to
include me in your sordid little business. The Mooj will chant, meditate
and pray for you such that you do what is best for yourself, your fiancée, your
co-workers and all humanity.
Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Arnold
Palzenewski and Mr. and Mrs. Robert Alvin Urbansky Jr.
And
Boy Scout Troop #239
OF
Dundalk, Maryland
Proudly Request the Honor of your
Presence at
The Eagle Scout Court of Honor
For
Steven Augustus Palzenewski
And
Robert Alvin Urbansky III
Guest of Honor and Key Note
Speaker: Richard Hatch (from the CBS TV show Survivor)
Other Distinguished Guests to
Possibly Include: Barbara Mikulski, Paul Sarbanes, Robert Ehrlich Jr., Brady Anderson, Albert
Belle, Parris N. Glendening, Roy Underhill, Earl Weaver or Jim Palmer—but
not both, and possibly even
Chip Franklin. One or two notables from the Baltimore Ravens might also
show up if the Ravens aren’t in the Super Bowl the
following Sunday.
Thursday, January 25, 2001 at
6:00 p.m.
At The Greater Dundalk VFW
12015 Pulaski Highway
(Between Jasco’s Liquor Mart
and Paddy’s Porn o’ Copia)
Hotdogs and Beer will be Served
After the Ceremony
Please RSVP by January 18, 2001
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Hey....., wait a minute. Aren't
these the two jokers that ripped me off last year? For their Eagle
Scout project they helped administer to the poor in spirit by keeping Mooj.com
up and running while I was otherwise on the lam. These fellows looted the Mooj
archives and sold off all my prized possessions. I forgot to write to their scoutmaster and complain about their
treachery. Oh well.
Hey Mooj guess what? I’m now the lucky owner of
one of your rare pre-Mooj.com newsletters! I bought it at a garage sale in
Culver City for only a buck! I read somewhere that your first edition
newsletters can fetch up to $1,000 a pop. Is that true? I couldn’t believe my
good fortune but there it was—a rare, mint, Volume 1, Number 16 newsletter. I
asked the lady selling it if she had anymore and she said she didn’t. Her son
had sent it to her from Chester County Jail a number of years ago. She had no
idea who you were or that you were so holy and enlightened. Since I have a big
heart I am now willing to part with this rare one-of-a-kind treasure if any of
my fellow minions want to buy it from me. Make me an offer! I’m also willing
to sell Xerox copies of this insightful newsletter for only $20 each. I only
deal in cash so don’t send me any checks or money orders. My name is Teddy
Garcia and my address is 1538 Westgate Ave, Apartment 8, West Los Angeles, CA
90025. Just because I am giving out my address it shouldn’t be construed as an
open invitation for minion brothers or sisters (or you for that matter) to come
and visit me. I will not answer my door under any circumstances.
What kind of minion would cheat his fellow
co-minions by charging them $20 for a Xerox copy of an old newsletter? The Mooj
makes it known to all that he disapproves of this venture and strongly
admonishes brother Teddy Garcia for his lack of generosity toward others (and
for not cutting me in on the deal)!
Humble and Gentle Mooj,
I had too much to drink on New Year's Eve and now
I don't know if I am still a virgin. The last thing I remember was that I was at
a place called La Nouvelle Justine in New York City and was partying with a bunch of
guys dressed like nuns. The next day I had severe back and neck pain but other than that I
was okay.
Lawrence Pigget,
Glen Ridge, IA
The Mooj suggests that in the
future if you wish to remain holistic and harmonious in the eyes of God that you
remain sober—and stay away from S&M clubs!
Dear Mooj:
I’ll never forget the day my
life changed forever. It was Thursday, July 14, 1977. I had just finished my
lunch and was running back to work because I was late (as usual). Back in those
days I worked at the hardware store on Washington Street in Norwood, MA. It was
located next to the bank (it's where the Perk’s Coffee House is now).
When I
reached the bank I stopped running to catch my breath. It was at that moment I
saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life! She was walking up the
street wearing a red tube top and white Ditto pants. She was wicked, man,
wicked!
I thought as hard as I could for something cool to say when she
passed but I couldn’t think of anything. Just as I was about to say something
lame she turned and walked into the bank. I was relieved that I had been
afforded a few moments to better prepare myself. I quickly wiped the sweat from
my face with the long sleeve of my Foghat concert T-shirt and then pulled my big
banana comb from my back pocket and ran it through my long feathered hair. I
wasn’t one of those dudes that could easily pick up on chicks but this girl was a
total fox and I just had to meet her.
A few minutes later she came out of the
bank and walked right past me. I froze and didn’t say a word. Dude, it was
like I was totally freaked out or something. She crossed the street and went
into the Liggetts drug store. I looked at my watch and saw that I was now really
late for work and I knew that my boss was really going to let me have it. But I
didn’t care—I was on a mission of love. As soon as I could I ran across the
street and went into Liggetts.
By then the girl was sitting at the lunch counter
sipping on a Raspberry Lime Ricky. I tried not to look too dubious as I walked
to the far end of the lunch counter and sat down. I had already eaten my lunch
but ordered a BLT anyway (it was all I could think of when the waitress asked me
what I wanted). I lit a cigarette and tried to act really cool. If the girl noticed me gawking at her she didn’t let on and pretty much
just ignored me.
Finally my sandwich arrived and I took a few bites out of it
since I was going to have to pay for it anyway. Then before I knew it the girl
stood up and walked to the register. I nearly choked myself on my BLT as I
wolfed it down. By the time I got my check and paid it the girl of my dreams was
gone. I booted outside and looked all up and down Washington Street but she was
gone, man, gone.
From Liggett’s I walked all the way up Washington
Street looking into every store. I checked the leather shop, Cheerio, Petite
Paree, the Electrical Institution, Marcoa Jewelers, the shoe shop, Cummings,
Woolworths, Kordette's, Ronan Clothes, CVS, Bernard Art Supply, Brennan's, Pot
Pourii, Sherwood's, Brenda’s Antiques, Bond Shoes, Bananas Hair Salon and the
Music Center. I then crossed Cottage Street and checked Reagan's Shoes, Gertrude’s Bakery,
Beneficial Loans, Shepards, the Singer Sewing Machine Shop, Regina’s Gift Shop, Papa
Nico’s, the Norwood News and Book Store, Garner Pharmacy, Hanlon’s Shoes, Murray’s
Outlet, Thomas T. Foley Insurance, the Peek a Boutique, the Daily Transcript office,
Montgomery, Frost and Lloyd's and the Country Camera
Shop. Dude, she was gone!
Needless to say I also got fired that day because I
never returned to work. I never saw that girl again but I still think about her
every day. Mooj, please, if you can tell me who she was and where I can
find her? I can’t live without her anymore!
David L. Wopper,
Islington, MA
The great poet Shelley once
wrote, "Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its
prime." That, my friend, is applicable today as it was back in the days
of yore. Sadly, your true love (the girl in the red tube top and white Ditto
pants) is long gone. My psychic senses tell me that she is now married with two children and living far away in
Chandler, AZ. It is a shame that you
frittered away your life as you have. Perhaps now would be a good time to
get another job and get a life.
Who let the dogs out? Woof, woof, woof
woof woof.
Wuzzzzzup! Hey you big hairy
banana, what it be? It is I, your loyal and loving secret anonymous minion buddy
pal from The Washington Post. Did you forget me? I’m sorry that I have
neglected you of late—I was busy down in Florida helping recount ballots and
doing a bunch of other important stuff.
It warms my heart to know that you heeded
my advice and went underground. It’s basically a miracle that your
arch-nemesis J.J. Bigsby hasn’t found and killed you yet. I checked with my
sources at the FBI and they tell me that he is still on the loose and
bludgeoning his way across New York. If I were a wise man—which
I ain’t—I would have to think that Bigsby was purposely trying to avoid
catching you. Hell, a rookie fresh out of the Gilroy Police Academy could track
your sorry butt since you leave a trail of petty crime everywhere you go. I
check the wires daily and find at least one report attributing a theft,
drunken escapade, indecent exposure or an otherwise unwholesome act perpetrated
upon the innocent by a suspect described as a Punjabi-looking swami. (That
wouldn’t be you, would it? Nahhhhh.) I got a map hung up on my office
wall that has
a thumbtack inserted wherever one of these complaints has been lodged with the
local fuzz and if I
connect the dots I can see your path of humble wanderings as clear as an empty
jar of Joy Jelly laying on the floor of the Dupont Circle DC Metro station men’s
room floor. Since J.J. Bigsby hasn’t found you yet he’s either a
complete idiot or just doesn’t care anymore. I vote for the latter.
A few days ago I saw an item come across
the wire from sleepy southern York County, PA. It was about a Tastykakes
deliveryman who was the victim of a horrible home invasion hate crime.
Some nut wearing a spandex body stocking and a white bike helmet jumped through
his window, tied him up and then shoved a dozen blueberry Tastykake pies up
his—cover your ears kids—southward facing sinkhole. Damn, that must have
hurt! According to the police report the Tastykakes man needed extensive
hydrocolonic therapy to dislodge the blueberry particles from his inner sanctum
of love.
(Ooof, we’ve all been there before, haven’t we?) The only reason I mention
this is that I recall reading in one of your old newsletters that some guy had
issues with a Tastykakes truck driver and was proposing to do something very
similar. Hmmmmm, I wonder…. .
Hey,
remember that boy genius pal of yours the once lofty and majestic
Trent Handjoy? (You may recall that his dad went bankrupt last year thanks to
you and that whole treasure in the Azores fiasco.) Well—get this—Trent is
now a semi-finalist on the new ABC hit TV show, Making the Band II. Insiders tell me
that he’s got a pretty good shot at making the final cut in Lou "gimme a
big hug" Pearlman’s latest boy band wonder quintet called The New O-Town
Boyz. I guess Trent can really dance and sing. Maybe the poor kid will finally
catch a break in life—not.
Here’s an item that’s sure to set off the
mangos fermenting in your gizzard: Remember that guy J. Edgar Gayson, the
ex-FBI guy who stole your family fortune? That S.O.B. was granted an unconditional pardon by
ex-President Clinton and is now free to return to the Good Ol’ US of A. Jolly Good,
eh what? I talked with a friend of his up on K Street last night (while
we sucked on a few Zima’s) and he told me that Gayson
is now a very religious fellow and has devoted his life to ministering to the
sick.
Well that’s about it you big babaloo.
Until next time—take care!
Your anonymous bud at The Washington Post
As usual it's great to hear from
my anonymous buddy at The Washington Post. I was beginning to worry
about that guy since I hadn't heard from him in a while. I'm glad to hear that
my old pal Trent Handjoy is doing better and might actually have a shot at
making it big in pop music. I worry about that kid since I am no longer his guiding light and spiritual mentor. I'm
also happy to hear that J. Edgar Gayson has been pardoned and can now get on with his life.
Even though he ripped me off I forgive him now and hope he has great success
ministering to the poor in spirit. And
yes,
finally, I do admit that I have been letting my guard down a bit lately. I
really should be more careful since Bigsby is technically still on the
loose and still has me on his "revenge" list. To be honest over the last few weeks I have felt that Bigsby really isn't that
interested in me anymore. There have been numerous occasions when we have crossed
paths while zig-zagging across New York, Western Pennsylvania and Ohio. Heck, we've
even eaten dinner together a few times at the YMCA. Regardless, The Mooj knows
better and will continue to avoid Bigsby as much
as possible.
I see you haven't updated your Mooj Page
since the 11th of January. I guess this is the kind of crap we can expect from
you in the New Millennium, you fraud. My barber and my bartender give better
advice than you do swampy! Yeah, and another thing. Quit rippin' off ABBA album
covers too! You probably ain't no Lama neither, just some goofball from L.A.
used to rippin' off rich Hollywood Democrats. I know a thing or two about a
thing or two! I’ve been to the city boy! Ship up or ship out Bagwaan, that’s
my thing. I bet you don't even read your mail or post it neither. I got my eye
on you, and its the evil one too.
Hinduja Seth,
P.O. Shivanandanagar – 255 122,
Distt. Tehri-Garhwal, U.P., INDIA
Hmmm. This guy must
be off his medication or something.
The
Insane Korean Grad Student |
This week's minion Real
Life Story comes to us from "B. T.," a loyal minion from
So. CA. The Mooj isn't quite sure what to think
of it so I will just add it below without saying anything more
about it. |
Back when I was a grad student at UCLA I
was assigned a desk in a remote storeroom. Normally grad students were
assigned cubicles in the main department building but no cubes were
available when I arrived and so I was put on a waiting list. Located in
this same storage room were the desks of other misfit grad students, whom
like me were either awaiting a cubicle or were deemed unworthy of being
near others. One of my fellow cohabitants of this dark and dingy room was
a Korean student. He spoke very little English and was a very hard
worker. Normally this guy was quiet and didn't bother me. Sometimes,
though, about once or twice a week, he would sit and stare at me with a deranged look
on his face and mumble incoherently in a mixture of both English and Korean.
I had no idea what this guy was babbling about so I just ignored him.
Later that quarter another graduate student was assigned to the
temporary study room and he, too, was a Korean fellow. One day he came up
to me and asked me what I knew about the other Korean guy. I told him that
he was kind of weird but that he didn't really seem to bother anyone. I then asked
him if anything was wrong. He told me that since he spoke Korean that he
was alarmed to hear what this other guy was mumbling to himself all the
time.
Since I had been curious as to what the guy had been saying I asked him about it. The new guy said: "He
say that he have voices
in his head that are telling him to kill people." Of course I was
alarmed to hear that and was very careful not to let him sneak up on me
when I was studying. I'm not sure what happened to that guy; as far as I
know he never killed anyone.
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More Mooj Poetry You Ask?
Sure, why not. After all, Mooj poetry is one of the main reasons people
(minion or other) read The Mooj Weekly Standard. This particular
poem was inspired by the new Fox TV show Temptation Island. It
should be noted that this poem is written in a combination of Urdu, Hindi
and Bengali; sadly, it loses something in the translation.
Koi Vaada Nha Kare, Que Kabhi Khaaye Nahaj Kasaan
(She’s a Punjabi woman but she looks like a Punjabi man)
Jab Kahe Bas Yeh Kahe, Milke Bichadenge Naa Haan
(She eats figs in the morning, often as many as she can)
Pyar Ki, Preet Ki, Yuh Hi Barsaat Rahe Koi Deevar Na Jaan
(At noon she leaves her household to search about the land)
Beech Hum Dono Ke Tera Mera Saath Rahe Baat Raan
(For the truth of inner wisdom and a public toilet stand)
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Are you Mooj minion
material?
Do you sometimes wonder
if you have what it takes to become "One with the Mooj"? Unhitch
your troubles amigo and join the Mooj minion parade! All it takes is a
few minutes of your time to fill out your very own Mooj minion application.
Don't let another day pass by in such a way that you forbid yourself the
pleasures of self-realized collective consciousness, Mooj style.
Click Here for more information. This week The Mooj is
honored to introduce his newest members to the fold. They
seem like very nice people but I could be wrong: |
Meet
Minion 1250: Charles
Jefferson Modavi |
Something Noteworthy About
Charles: Charles lives in Lumberton,
NC and works at the local Jiffy Lube. In high school he was
voted "Most Likely to Succeed." Sadly, (or
happily, depending on how you want to look at it) he really is the most
successful graduate of his class. |
This Person's Minion Application Essay
(Abstract):
Do you remember that
TV show called, The Dukes of Hazard? I really loved that
show. I watched it every single Friday night and was
mortified when they tried to pass off those two fake Duke boys ("Coy" and "Vance") as being real Duke
boys. In many ways I felt just as betrayed by that as I did
during the
1994 Major League Baseball strike. Now that I have you in my
life I feel that I am ready to move on and forgive those
who have trespassed against me. How
bitchen is that? |
Meet
Minion 1251: Tina
Louise Modavi |
Something Noteworthy About
Tina: She too lives in
Lumberton, NC and The Mooj suspects that she is married to minion
1250 (above). She was once a finalist on Star Search and
her greatest regret in life is that she never went to Paris to pursue
her dancing career. |
This Person's Minion Application Essay
(Abstract): In this
essay it is recommended that you create a network of centers for
collective consciousness expansion all over the world, where
people, in their natural environments can practice and experiment with everyday Moojism. These
centers do exist already, on a limited scale in developed
countries like America, Germany and Ireland. In other parts of the
world that are less developed (like Asia, Africa, and England) they are very scarce or
non-existing. |
Meet
Minion 1252: Derrick
Maynard Modavi |
Something Noteworthy About
Derrick: He too lives in
Lumberton, NC but The Mooj has no idea what he does for a living
(if anything). My
psychic senses tell me that he is somehow related to the other
Modavis (minions 1250 and 1251) from Lumberton, NC. |
This Person's Minion Application Essay
(Abstract): Every
Teacher, Spiritual Guide, Swami, Yogi or Vedantist, who accepts
money or gifts from his disciples, students or followers in
exchange for his "teachings," is not really what he says
he is for it is written that Yoga and Vedanta should only be offered
free of cost. Oh Mother of Ignorance! How many forms
you have! Enough already brother Swamis! No justifiable cause
exists to ask for money when you teach peace. Read Shankara! And if you have read it return
and read it again and again until that compulsive
act of asking for money for Yoga disappears from your bowels. It is enough!
Only you Mooj don’t ask for money (you steal it, but that’s
a different matter altogether). I choose to follow you Mooj. Ohm
Bari Ohm. |
Meet
Minion 1253: Anonymous |
Something Noteworthy About
this Anonymous Person: He
[or she] is a member of the Screen Actors Guild. This person,
for political reasons, wishes to remain anonymous. |
This Person's Minion Application Essay
(Abstract): I remember
the time I first heard about you. It was at Studio 54 and I
was sitting in a booth with the Dupont twins, Andy Warhol, Rick
James, Frankie Smith and Andy
Rooney. They were talking about new-age mysticism and your
name came up. Actually, maybe it wasn't you they were
talking about. I forget. It was so long ago and I was
high on angel
dust. |
Meet
Minion 1254: "Mr.
K." |
Something Noteworthy About
"Mr. K." : Mr.
K.
lives in Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia. He claims to be a VCR repairman and
says that he loves to watch Bollywood movies. Hey, don't we all? |
This Person's Minion Application Essay
(Abstract): I am very
much immersed in a cosmic resonance while seeing this site. Yours is a very touching
story. I can't even imagine what life is like for
people as holistic and unalloyed as you. |
Meet
Minion 1255: Douglas Pyle Jr. |
Something Noteworthy About
Douglas: Doug lives in
Loveland, CO and is studying Astronomy at Larimer County Community
College. This summer he plans to work at the Bald Pate Inn in Estes
Park, CO. He wants to work in the "key
room." |
This Person's Minion Application Essay
(Abstract): Wow, talk
about good karma! Last night I was surfing the net looking
for stuff about mysticism and found your site. At first I
thought it was a joke but then I realized that no one would joke
about stuff as important as this. |
Meet
Minion 1256: Danny G. |
Something Noteworthy About
Danny: Danny claims
to have been one of Carol Doda's boyfriends. The Mooj has no
idea who Carol Doda is so he has no reason to doubt Danny. |
This Person's Minion Application Essay
(Abstract): Everywhere
I go I see people with these stupid bumper stickers that say,
"Hussongs Cantina, Ensenada, Mexico." So I figure,
hey, its gotta be a happening place, right? So I save up some
money and drive down there and the place sucks! I mean the place
really sucks! |
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From
The Logs of Jules Vermilion.... |
Humble Minions....
Do you recall last week when I mentioned that our very own Jules
Vermilion (a.k.a., Mooj
minion # 551) was going to begin writing a "traveling adventure
story" about his life and times in the U.S. navy? Jules
is a prolific contributor to The Mooj Weekly Standard and I
felt that he could be trusted to deliver quality and holistic
reading material for a bargain price (namely free). Jules has
eagerly accepted this offer and has sent along his very first
installment of his personal travel log. If you enjoy these
stories then let The Mooj know and I will tell Jules to keep them
coming. If you don't like these stories...tough. The
Mooj needs reading material.
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Foreword:
Fellow Minions! I have no idea what
The Mooj wants concerning these so called traveling adventure
stories but what the hell, I'll try anything once. Those of you who know me know my name
really isn't Jules Vermilion. Jules Vermilion is just a pen
name that I adopted to keep my real identity secret. The truth is
I'm a big shot in corporate America and being affiliated with his
Humble Holiness, The Mooj may not bode well for my future success
since this is still a world that shuns people like The Mooj and
us. Yes, cruel as people may be they are still paying
customers and so I must think of my family.
The names of some people in my stories may be changed or modified since most
would probably object to being portrayed as idiots or derelicts,
as some were. The names of those portrayed in a favorably
light will most likely be correct. If for some reason you
served with me in the navy and would like to embellish or detract
from my adventure stories you may do so by sending your input to me c/o The
Mooj Weekly Standard. I ask only that you not use my real
name for reasons I've already stated above. This particular
adventure series will be confined solely to the 1986 Western Pacific
Deployment (WESTPAC) of The USS Enterprise (CVN 65). If you were one of my
6,000 [or so] shipmates on that particular cruise then I hope this adventure story
matches your recollection. I will do my best to be as accurate
as my memory will allow.
HAZE
GRAY and UNDERWAY
Part
1: I Get my Orders |
I have no idea where, when,
and why I decided to become a sailor. I have thought about that
so-called decision for years, especially when I was young and
wasting away on the lonely Pacific, Atlantic and Indian Oceans.
From the moment I enlisted in the navy and began my career I couldn’t
wait to go to sea. It was an agonizing thought back when I
was a "Rick" in boot camp that I still had two long years
to wait. That was because I still had Nuclear Power School to get through. I would be very fortunate (or
unfortunate as the case may be) when I finally did get to the
fleet because I would spend nearly 4 years of my life onboard one of the navy’s most underway
ships of the Cold War era. Between 1986 and 1990 I would sail
almost 120,000 miles and see just about everywhere there was to see.
I remember the day it was
"rumored" that I was among the large crowd of fellows
being sent to the famous USS Enterprise. I was still at Prototype
(NPS Class 8502, MARF) and very excited about the
news. Later that afternoon when our ship assignments were posted
roughly one-third of my class was assigned to the Enterprise. A few days later another
Enterprise-bound fellow told me that he learned that the Enterprise
was headed into the yards for an extended overhaul. This broke my
heart for I had waited two long years to finally go to sea and
being on a ship going to the yards was the last thing I wanted.
It turned out that the fellow was wrong; the USS Enterprise
was just about to get underway
on her 12th official Westpac. Within a
month I would be sailing around the world on one of the biggest and
most powerful ships ever built.
-Continued next week-
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Well,
That's It Folks....... |
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