Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
Norpac Battlegroup ....
Here's a few pics from the 83 northern Pacific battlegroup - we
had three carriers, the 'E', Midway and Coral Sea. The seas were so
rough during that day only the 'E' could launch and recover. I
managed to get shot of a Canadian destroyer going 1/3 under a wave,
right up to the bridge.
One of my shipmates (officer from Deck division) was a good
photographer, and he took this picture of the island with a star
filter as the sun was setting. I think it was at Subic, but I'm not
100% sure. It's a great shot and thought the other guys would like
to see it as well.
--Jim P 82-84 RC01 and STAO
School on TI ....
KP- haven't spun a yarn in awhile, so here's a
little tale of adventure that I know all can remember (mostly,
During the shipyard period in 1980, before the Big
“E” left to go to sea, everyone (including Nucs) had to be
trained in firefighting. This was necessary and important for
reasons obvious. Here’s the tale of Arrgh!’s experience in
Firefighting School on Treasure Island, CA…
Even though I had a head cold, we were all bussed
from the pier in Bremerton to McCord AFB to take a MAC flight over
to SF, then down by bus again to Treasure Island (definitely NOT to
be confused with “Pleasure Island”, I must add). Have you ever
flown on a jet with some hot dog jet jockey pilot who thinks it’s
wonderful to break the record for getting from 35,000 feet to the
pavement? This is not a good thing if you have a head cold. I couldn’t
hear or think straight for about a day…
After arriving at TI, we sort of split up to hit
the town for the weekend, since school didn’t start until Monday.
I left Friday with Frank L_ipinski, and we headed to SF to find out
what lay in store. It was my first trip to CA, and the first time I
was cut loose in a downtown that was like SF. SF is very European in
it’s setup, not like most American cities. American cities have
factories and businesses downtown, and people live in the suburbs,
mostly. SF has a huge resident population, and most industry is
located elsewhere in the Bay Area. Frank and I were eager to
discover the city…
We spent the day walking around the city, heading
down to the Piers to check things out. We saw jugglers juggling
bowling balls and chain saws (live) and many glorious and new
sights. The people are always most interesting to get to know. We
walked down the street that zig-zags all down hill with all the
flowers on it, and even headed over to Haight-Ashbury, to check out
the sights (and got an eye-full). We also checked out many
establishments specializing in adult beverages, of which we partook
to excess. Then, we looked for a “base,”and found a small piano
bar to call home. This was necessary in case got separated, but that
was just wishful thinking for 2 young hormone filled males in town
for the first time.
We did end up taking in a Street fair, and finally
we ended up at the Hippodrome where a semi-famous band was playing,
but I can’t recall who it was. We went in, and I don’t remember
much, because I, as usual, fell asleep. It was my sad and silly
habit to over-indulge, and then give in to the urge to sleep, much
to the delight of many of my friends and companions, who enjoyed
telling of the embarrassing places and positions where I could be
found after an evening of imbibing.
After we left the Hippodrome, we discovered that
there were no more busses running to get us back to Treasure Island.
Needing a place to sleep, we found a construction site and climbed
over a fence to sleep on the concrete pilings beneath what would
eventually become the Embarcadero Building #4, I believe.
When we awoke the next morning, we discovered to
our dismay that water had leaked on Frank all night, and he was
soaked. I took full advantage of the opportunity to imply that
something else was responsible, but Frank didn’t seem to be in the
mood for jokes, so I laid off it. As it was a little chilly, Frank
decided that a change of clothes would be in order. Sadly, we didn’t
have anything but what we were wearing. A brief search of the area
revealed a pair of pants that were obviously left behind by one of
the concrete workers, since they were covered with cement. We named
them “the cement pants” and Frank quickly changed into them.
When we began walking to get out of the construction area, Frank put
his hand into the pocket of the pants and found some money! Since we
had spent all of ours the night before, this was a great blessing.
After a breakfast, we were headed back to the
Haight-Ashbury area to try to find a Laundromat so Frank could wash
his pants and get rid of the cement pants, which were chaffing him a
bit. As we were walking along, we saw people going into a church,
and to my surprise, Frank said that we should go in too. Frank took
enough money out to wash his clothes, and put the rest in the
offering basket when it came around. I was surprised by this, but
Frank said it was the right thing to do, since it wasn’t our
money, but God had taken care of us by providing it. I couldn’t
argue at all with his logic, but it was the first time I recall ever
hearing a reference to religion from Frank.
When we got back to the base, I found my other
buddy that came with us from the Enterprise, whose name I will omit
for his sake. As we traded tales of our adventures, he told me how
he decided to stay on the base, and has gone drinking somewhere on
the TI base. I have no idea where this could have taken place, as
time and distance have eroded away all of the recollections of these
details. He related that he had gotten drunk (very drunk, which was
out of character for this guy) and then, as he related the rest of
the tale, he hung his head in shame, and continued something like
“Well, we came back here, since I figured that
you weren’t coming back. She had a huge set of wings, like a
Harley Davidson symbol, tattooed on her back. Don’t ask, Jim…
anyway, in the morning, when I woke up, I couldn’t believe how my
senses were being assailed! I could barely breath, as a horrible
stench, like a bad yeast infection, filled the room. I jumped out of
bed, ran to the shower and scrubbed myself raw trying to rub the
smell and memory of it off of me. The smell left, but the shame is
still there! Thankfully, when I got back, she had left, but the room
still smelled horrible. I opened the windows and door to air the
place out, and stripped the bed. I can’t believe I did that!”
I couldn’t believe that he TOLD ME ABOUT IT!! A
huge error in his judgment, I must say. Well, he never has lived it
down, and won’t if I have anything to do with it. The incident was
bad enough, but telling on yourself to a known derelict and wretch
like Arrgh!… unthinkable. Chalk it up to a bad hangover, I guess…
We went to the school, and it was something that
must be experienced to be believed. I’ve never been that close to
a burning anything (except a campfire), and it was horrifying and
exhilarating at the same time. Since my 2 buddies and I, being Nucs,
were the only 3 Petty Officers there at beginning firefighting
school, they split us up between the classes. Everyone else was like
a seaman recruit, of maybe apprentices. I really felt out of place
there, and it was obvious that we were nucs or advanced electronics
weenies or something like that.
My turn came to be the #1 nozzleman, and I was not
too excited about it. Being hung over, and only weighing slightly
more than the nozzle, I didn’t exactly exude confidence about what
we were about to do. We came up to this door, which was like a hatch
to a shipboard compartment, and the fog nozzle man cooled the door,
and then it was opened, revealing before us a concrete building
designed to resemble an engine room, with grating that you could
look down below and see a “bilge” filled with burning JP-5! The
whole bilge was aflame, and we were to put it out. Fear and
adrenalin kicked in, and I made a “gooseneck”, aiming the nozzle
down, and started swinging it back and forth to beat the flames back
away from the door so we could go INTO the burning building. I can
honestly say that at this point, I was no longer happy to be there,
and wanted to go home right away. We made it about half way through
when someone tapped my shoulder and pointed below us and to my
right, where the flames were sneaking back around to come up behind
us! You can’t imagine what fear and adrenalin can help you
accomplish, my friends. The flames didn’t get us, but I was
needing a change of drawers.
All sailors go through that school, and it is
necessary and very helpful to understand what you need to do to
survive in a fire at sea. All joking aside, it was probably the
scariest and most important school I attended in the Navy!
Tony Smith Comes Aboard ....
I would like to be added to the
list. My name is Tony Smith. I never met you. You got out before I
showed up on the E. I got out at 6 years as an EM1, 5 months away
from being up for chief (not that it mattered since I was not
My e-mail is TonNRach@aol.com
I really like the site. I
especially liked reading that Naughton finally got some payback for
his treatment of other people. He loved to give 3 days confinement
with only bread and water as punishment. I had to re-read the sports
page once because I couldn't believe he gave a guy this punishment
for 15 minutes UA (we were in drydock-the guy didn't miss ship's
movement or anything serious and there were no other charges against
Served on the E from 91 to 94 in
EE30. Spent time as E-div TPO (working with conventionals and IC
guys wasn't a bad thing), One plant supervisor and forward group
supervisor until getting out. Unfortunately, I was there when the
command changed from a west coast attitude under Capt. Harry
Rittenhour, to a full east coast attitude under Naughton. This was
during the refueling overhaul so I never went to sea L.
I see a lot of the same
command-related experiences on the site that I had. Basically, the
guys in the shops were awesome guys to be around. There were very
few exceptions. It was the command that usually screwed things up
for morale, etc., near the end of my time in.
If you could, please add DAVE
DECKER to your memorial list. He served in EE30 in the early 90's
till 1995 when he (questionably) committed suicide after a string of
bad events. He was a good guy and would work hard, but walked right
into some bad situations.
Some of the things that may be of
some interest to others:
Was a staff pickup at S3G for a
year until it was decommissioned in 1991. (I can hear the boos and
hisses now) I stayed for end of life testing where we basically ran
trials trying to make equipment fail. It was interesting. Have some
information from that and have the final shutdown book given to the
decommissioning staff that has facts about S3G if anyone's
The day all the guys in EE30
submitted special request chits for stress management and anger
management skills training. Over 100 chits all in triplicate. This
got the command's attention real quick.
How EMC TIM ANTRIM was undone by
EMC ALWAYS (nickname). His
last name was Benedict J
How convenient. ALWAYS was a huge piece in a ladder of poor leaders
in the chain of command during the last year or so before I got out.
(But he was the only one attached to our shop).
The day that EE30 was put at
attention and told we were all restricted to the ship, no one
leaves. Statements to be taken by all.
had already been informed of the "situation" and was
sending investigators down. The electrical officer, an academy
graduate, was repeatedly shouting MUTINY at our shop. And of course,
in any Navy witch-hunt, they were looking for a ringleader. Note to
current nukes: Don't ever even imply a threat to the command or your
leadership. Big mistake. Oh, what a fun day.
The mung bucket.
How to very briefly parallel a
shore connection at 3 phase 60 hertz with 4A CTG electrically
secured but spinning at 30 hertz. And yes, the mechanics thought the
turbine was going to lift off its mounts.
Some advice to current nukes that
want to be conventional electricians when they get out. (It's not
that bad and you can make very good money if you’re prepared and
qualified): get your civilian license if you can.
The best view I almost had from
the very top of the
. The ladder in the main
mast goes from around the 08 level to the top of the mast (around 70
feet up), ending in a hatch at the top.
The top section of ladder just below the hatch was not bolted
at the bottom. When I
grabbed the bottom rung of that section, it broke loose and I fell
backwards in the mast, holding on to that swinging section of
ladder. Luckily, I
didn’t let go; it would have been a long and painful drop.
I'm probably one of the few that
got to see the
from underneath. The view was so impressive!
The 3 plant dry spill that kept
sailors out of the plant for over 6 months as NN shipbuilding tried
to decontaminate. Warning to present nukes - they never did get it
Here's another acronym for you -
IMHO. In My Humble Opinion. Needless to say, IMHO, the command
related memories near the end of my time were the worst. The fellow
guys in the shop were the best things to remember out of my time in
the nav. Hopefully, some of those guys that have already showed up
here will have their memory jogged by some of this and add their
versions of the stories.
Thanks and keep up the good work!
76/77 Westpac Photos ....
Here's a couple of pictures from the 76 / 77
Westpac. Obviously one is shell back initiation. The other is of the
all girl band that played at the WildWest #2, just a couple of
blocks down from the gate. The one in the middle (you know, the
short one with brown skin and black hair and playing an O-town
version of a Fender Mustang) was an awesome lead guitarist. Their
bass player was a brown belt in Karate and didn't mind kicking your
but if you got out of line with her or any of the other girls.
Bush Gets Smacked?
MMC Duane Bush - got a chuckle reading about Duane being
"smacked" in Olongopo. Which reminded me of when MM3 Duane
Bush was "smacked" in Berkley, California in 1976. Randy
George, Alan Haggenmeyer, Duane Bush and myself had ridden BART to
Berkley. We had gone to a few nightclubs and bars and decided to get
something to eat, then return to Alameda. We came across a
Jack-in-the-Box, gotten our sandwiches and decided to eat at the bus
stop and wait for the bus. We had just sat down when a car cruised
by and one of the guys said something. If you knows Duane, he yelled
back and the car slams on his brakes, reverses back to where we are
sitting. Four guys got out, I figured that there was going to be an
ass kicking. We started to take our stand, when the driver is in
Duane's face and starts yelling at him. Duane naturally begins to
mouth back and this when the driver hits Duane in the mouth - just
as a police car drives by. They slam on their brakes and come back
to where we are and their lights are flashing and spotlights are on
the eight of us. The cops start asking questions on what was
happening. Duane says that all he did was to sit down, begin eating
his sandwich and gets "smacked in the face." The cops
separte the guys in the car and us. They tell the guys in the car to
leave and that they will be cruising the area "just in case
they try to start something again. We did not see the guys in the
car that night again and made it back to Alameda. Back on board the
Big E - we met some nukes and relayed the events of the night. All
they ever said was, "Duane got smacked? I wish I had been there
to see that."
Tim Brackens Comes Aboard ...
Could you add me to you email list
Timothy Brackens, EM22 July 2000 to July 2004
More From Nuke Wife ....
It's been a while so I thought I'd drop another
note. The Big E is due to return from Summer Pulse '04 soon. It's
been a long year as 328 of 365 have been spent at sea. The hubby is
officially a short timer now with only 71 days left until his EAOS.
Perhaps after a little down time, he can come here and share some
stories of his own. What really stinks is that for many years he's
been looking forward to his ROAD trip and he hasn't had that luxury.
Too qualified (heavy?.. been reading the jargon.) Too much integrity
to bag a watch? I'm not sure, but it just seems so unfair. Anyway..
here are some pictures from their summer frolics (at sea, not much
port time). Regards,
VB Nuke Wife
Note: The item sent was a Power Point presentation and my server
space is limited so I couldn't upload it. However, below is a
"still" of our Great Lady. This is the most recent
look at her. I'm not sure where this photo was taken or what
other ships are in battle group.
Mickey Hojdila Comes Aboard ....
Hojdila, Mickey "Hojo" RC-22 1993-1997 firstname.lastname@example.org
Sensitive may be a bad description for the 90’s.
Angst filled and Bitter may be closer to the
Most of the guys there during the early to mid-90’s
got to endure a special kind of screwing.
There was a long length of time that all RC div
was stationed dual SROs on Port and Starboard duty rotation, the
Mechanics had all kinds of extra watches because of the overhaul,
and all the new guys had the wonderful excitement of Heise (sp?)
The single guys got to live in the converted high
school like refugees from a war zone. The parking lot for the
Shipyard was miles away and required a bus ride (added to the 12
hour plus day, they decided to add on a half hour wait for the bus
and another half hour bus ride to the parking lot, then a 15-20
minute sit in traffic trying to get out of the parking lot, just so
you could drive 30min to an hour to get home).
Many of the folks that came in after the dry dock
got to spend months on end in the Rehab division. Rehab Division
(for the life of me I cannot remember what Master Chief Mosley’s
Motley Crew was actually called) was a place where fresh, young
minds got to meet up with people that “had their clearance pulled”
because of drugs or DUI or short timers Some were even so lucky as
to spend months and months sorting the dirty underwear in chief’s
berthing… oh how fun that was. Although Chief’s Mess did have
benefits, (mmmm… Dove Bars) having a boss that is a 20 year second
class pissed at you for being a third class in 3 years made life
After 2 years in the pipeline, 6 months in RT as a
student, a year in Rehab Division, 6 months in Chief’s mess, they
started to threaten to take away clearances for people that weren’t
qualified. I probably would have gone to the MAA and spent some more
time out of the department if I would have re-enlisted and gotten
the second stripe.
By the time we hit sea –trials and the med, the
boat was so top heavy (How many Captains can you fit on a carrier?
Like 7?) RC Div actually had one Khaki for every 7 guys.
Even with all that said… I met a lot of great
guys and had a lot of great times.
BIG E Reunion
Though not official, it looks like the reunion will be pushed
back a few months. I sincerely apologize to anyone already
making travel plans but October proved impossible to pull this thing
off in Las Vegas. Rob Shane and Chester are trying to
coordinate a new date. I will let you know as soon as a date
is chosen. Please stay tuned.
|1986 Cruise DVD in
After nearly a month of fighting and e-mailing, I
think that I finally have permission to duplicate the cruise tape.
I have been as far as the Office of Naval Research
and been talking with a copyright / patent lawyer from the Navy in
Finally, they have determined that no one
copyrighted the tape and we are free to copy it at will.
It is still amazing to me that we get any official
work done. Now I can see why we pay so much for repair parts etc. I
can only imagine how many man-hours were put in to research this
miniscule video tape from 1986.
What a cluster f**k.
The tape will go in for mastering on Monday. We
should have a working copy in two weeks.
Will keep y’all posted as to the ‘progress’.
Note: I will make a likewise effort if I can find my 1988 Cruise
Video (it was last seen at my dads).
The Straights ....
KP Recently I received of a picture of the USS
Ronald Reagan passing through the Straights of Magellan. Pretty
impressive. In my 2 1/2 Westpacs, I made several transits of
straights. We went through the Straights of Malacca on the 74 and 76
cruises. I remember seeing Kuala Lumpur off to starboard and the
jungles of the island of Sumatra off to port. There was a lot of
ship activity both times. I read somewhere that it's one of the
busiest shipping lanes in the world.
I passed through the San Bernardino Straights on 3
different occasions. When we'd leave Hawaii for Subic at the
beginning of a cruise, we'd pass from the Pacific Ocean to the South
China Sea via these straights, which cut through the Philippine
archipelago. I still have fond and vivid memories of this small part
of the world. The transit would take about 24 hours during which
there were no flight ops so the flight deck was wide open for
On the 74 cruise I was still a new RT knub so I
could spend all the time I wanted observing this evolution. One
amazing thing about being at sea for a long period is that when you
get near land the smell is the first thing that hits you. We would
pass close enough to these small islands that you could distinctly
pick up the smell of cooking fires and sampaguitas. The color of the
water and the lushness of the islands was like something out of an
exotic travel brochure. And talk about a postcard sunset!
On the 76 and 78 cruises, I swapped watches with
others so I could maximize my time on the flight deck and take in
this awesome sight. On the 78 cruise, after watching the sunset, I
made a quick trip below to take a leak and have a quick bite to eat.
When I came back to the flight deck I waited for my eyes to adjust
to the dark. On a dark night you can usually tell where the horizon
is by where the stars end and the inky blackness begins. This night
there didn't seem to be a horizon. As my eyes adjusted I saw that
there were hundreds of small fishing boats all with a single white
light on a pole in the bow. The sea looked almost as if the stars
came alive! This was just one of those sights that make you feel
fully alive. (The thought that Olongapo was less than a week away
didn't hurt either.)
Med Run Memories .....
Here's a few things from the mid-90's (mostly the
96 med run) that might jog a few memories:
RC-22 Mafia (We controlled the berthing, the
bathroom, the laundry and the porn)
"The Library" (The porn)
Buddha in 1 Plant (I think Lynch sawed his head
The pile of green plastic Army men (Heroic
warriors fighting off gremlins)
The Kevin Bacon Game (Brad T. was the king of all
LT. Andy's five o'clock shadow ten minutes after
he shaved. (RC-22 Div O and a great watch officer)
ETCS ------- smoking in EOS (A lotta people didn't
like the guy, but I never minded standing watch with him... he was
one of the few enlisted Watch officers)
The Marathon Valve repair in 2 Plant (RC-22 had to
repair... ahhh... memory failing... uh... some valve. It took over
The rebuilding of the reduction gears (The steam
side mechanics busted their asses to get this accomplished)
Mallrats... over and over and over and over and
over and over
Be careful if Ron Nagy is watching the Steelers
(RC-11 LPO from Pittsburgh... when the Steelers were losing, he got
"Fine... we'll just call you 'Bob'" (Heasley
wouldn't tell us what the "B" stood for, and we didn't use
last names in 2 Plant)
Johnny Caustic (the most bitter man on Earth)
Buzz Lightyear (poor 3 plant)
The Noise Brothers (Gerren Mc[something... or Mac
something] and Rich Vidra) (The dread of every watch officer...
except Brandon. Somehow, Brandon was able to tune them out)
... and one of the great speeches by the RO:
"Our job is to make the boat go so we can go and shoot the
enemy in the face!"
And... does anyone from the '96 cruise have a copy
of the picture they took when we were side by side with the Vinson
(I think it was the Vinson)... almost wrecked 4 ships for a damn
Marc Leboeuf Remembered .....
Would you please add Marc Leboeuf to the memorial
section of the site. He died July 30th 1982. He was a RM11 mechanic
in the mid to late '70s. A small group of us have put together a
tribute to him and would like to ask that you post it on the site
also. We are gathering everyone to toast him this Friday so would
appreciate your posting this as soon as possible. Below is the
Thanks for all the work you've put into the site,
it's really brought together a bunch of old friends.
Due to the wonder of the internet, over the past
year a number of us mid/late 70s guys have been getting back in
communication. We've been looking up guys in an effort to expand our
ranks. Sometimes we find good info, other times not.
Unfortunately, we recently learned of the passing
of our good friend Marc LeBoeuf from RM-11. Marc passed away as the
result of an accident just a few short years after he got out of the
Navy. We are currently trying to find out more details.
Marc LeBoeuf 7/5/55 ? 7/30/82 That dash between
birth and death does not do justice to his life as there were a lot
of good times for Marc and those who knew him. Marc probably did
more living in the few short years he was blessed with than many who
die of old age. Marc was a truly funny guy. In a crowd of
characters, he not only held his own, but was a stand out. Marc was
a guy who could not only dish it out but he could take it as well.
You just could NOT get under his skin. You'd give him your best shot
and he'd just laugh it off, give you his famous "Jerk Off"
pantomime and tell you "Yeah, sure. To Mark, there was simply
nothing that was worth getting and staying mad about. He enjoyed
life way too much to let little things ruin it for him. He was a
no-bull, quick justice and move on with it kind of guy. Even if he
didn't agree with you, he'd happily set down and share a beer.
Marc's real passion was to explore old ghost towns
in California and Nevada. When we were in port in Alameda, Marc
would often load his old beat up pick-up with camping gear and take
off for some ghost town. When he found a good one, he'd try to learn
from the locals about the towns history. How it was born and why it
died. He'd often come back to the ship with pictures and share his
stories with us. His eyes just would light up when he described
these towns. I think his searches through the desert were because he
was displaced in life by about 100 years. And I mean that in a good
way. Most of us that knew and or worked with Marc always pictured
him running an old run down tavern not far from one of these old
towns, inviting everyone to belly up to the bar as he poured himself
a shot of Montego Bay rum. If he thought you really needed cheering
up, he would gladly take you out back with his shotgun and help you
blow away what ever was convenient or made you feel good. Even !
those that didn't know him well, will never forget him. Marc was not
the type of person one forgets about easily.
While in the Philippines, Marc liked to dabble in
the world of movie making. Many of us have had to undergo years of
counseling and still have vivid dreams after watching one of his
movies. Even if he couldn't find actors, he would find a way to
shoot the movie and feature him self as the star.
Most of us are now in our early 50s. We do not
consider ourselves "Old farts" but when we peer into that
tunnel, that light up ahead seems closer than it used to. Those of
us who still have our Zumwalt era beards occasionally look in the
mirror and go "Didn't that used to be BROWN!?" Some of us
have taken to "combing" the hair on top of our heads with
a wash rag. When no one is looking, we tend to buy "relaxed
fit" jeans. Preparations H, Maalox and Viagra have found their
way into our medicine cabinets. A bowl of chili still looks
appetizing, but we wonder how it's going to affect us a few hours
down the line, praying that at the very least it might have a mild
laxative effect. On the bright side however, flatulence is starting
to return to that lofty status it held in our youth.
Marc lived fast and died young, thus sparing
himself these indignities. Too bad. Marc would have made one crusty
and cantankerous old fart. He would have been the one that when he
started telling stories of his youth, EVERYONE would stop to listen
This Friday, July 30th will be 22 years since
Marcs passing, so at 9:00 pm eastern and 6:00 pm pacific time get a
glass with the beverage of your choice and join us in a toast as we
celebrate not the death of a friend, but the life of a friend.
May you rest in peace Marc. Your memory will live
on with us forever.
Peter Rumble Comes Aboard ....
I’d like to have my name, Peter Rumble, included
on your roster. I was on the Enterprise ( we called it the Big Tuna)
from 1973 to 1976 and was out to sea on her forever during the
Vietnam war. In fact, we were steaming to Hawaii and got halfway
there before the ship turned around and headed back to evacuate
Saigon. There were thousands of Vietnamese in the hanger bay, and
they pushed some jets into the Indian and Pacific oceans to make
room for all the refugees. I worked in RM, 4 Plant, 1972 – 1976 as
a Reactor Operator. I saw John Hafer’s name on your list from the
same engine room. I remember him… I wonder if he remembers me?
Times have changed –
Look closely at the previously posted picture of Big E at sea.
Back in my day, the Big E never came close to getting a Golden
Anchor for retention.
Must be that 120 k reenlistment bonus, or maybe the Navy treats
its people better.
Todd Anderson Comes Aboard ....
My name is Todd Anderson and I came across your website and
laughed my butt off. On page 17 there is a picture of me standing
with Boyden and Buric. We were still pretty nubular back in those
days. Can't believe I actually wore those red shorts, and obviously
didn't see the need for a Navy haircut.
Myself, Buric, Boyden, and Bowden (The 3 B's) went through RT
together in 1984. That was Bowden's first time through. I was
originally slated to go to RM Div. with Buric going to M. He traded
with me for a carton of cigarettes. I was such a whore. Little did I
know about being a M-Divver on the Enterprise. I'm still mentally
It still bothers me thinking of Mike Bowden. He was such a good
The 3 B's and I ran together on Westpac 1984 (Class 8305). It was
safer for nubs to run in packs, kind of like wildebeasts on the
African plain. One might get taken down, but the others will
survive. It certainly was a time I won't forget.
I have some Big E M-Div stories (some unfit for human
consumption), however I am STILL in the Navy and retire in 7 months.
Therefore I shall wait in order to protect myself and the guilty.
4 Plant. Pushing 1, Pulling 2 and 3.
Todd Anderson EM-14, EM-11, Mech Tech 1984 - 1989
Note: Todd, it totally blows me away that you are still in the
navy! I totally remember you and I'm pretty sure we shared one
or two beers in PI during one of our many westpacs. How's the
Stennis? Does the "New and Improved" compare even
remotely to the "Tried and True"?
Lance Link Comes Aboard ....
My name is Lance Link. I served on the Enterprise
from 1987-1991 in EE-30. My E-mail is email@example.com.
Currently a reactor operator at Wolf Creek Nuclear Generating
Station Burlington, Ks.
Note: Holy Crap, I'm scratching my head trying to remember
you. I knew an EE30 guy named Link but he was an EM1 on the
'86 cruise. He was a bass player, who would only play (or jam
to) Christian music. Was that you? But I don't think his
name was Lance. I'll have to explore the '88 cruise book.
Edwin Irazarry Gets new Email Addy .....
Irazarry, Edwin M Div 2 & 4 Plant, 1974 -
... So Does Rory Majors ....
I have changed my email address & was hoping
you could update it. My name is Rory Majors. I was on from
1998-2003. My new email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.
Against Poor Joe!
For all you nukes who think buying a cruisebook is
a lifer thing to do, I just got outbid again for 84 and 86
cruisebooks. As to the rest of you if you see a cruisebook on ebay
with Uncle_Joe1956 as high bidder please do not bid against me
!!!!!!! (Well unless you really want it. )
My name is Milton D. Hill, Jr. and I'm the Senior
Recruiter for DTE Energy out of Detroit. I'm looking for 10 Nuclear
Power Plant Operators for our Fermi 2 Nuclear Plant. If you know of
anyone who is interested or if I can post a job description with you
please call me at 313-235-9495 or e-mail me at email@example.com.
Patrick Toops comes aboard ....
Hi could you please add me to the contacts list
for the rx and engineering alumni.
Name: Patrick Toops Work Center: RC22, Tech Dates:
1994-1998 Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Michael Carlin Gets New Email Addy ....
Please update my email address to email@example.com.
And thanks again for putting the site together.
Michael Carlin, RC11 87-90
Kevin Doyle Shares Some Memories .....
Thought it about time to stop lurking and start
contributing to your extraordinary Big E Rx site...
To establish my vintage... I reported aboard just
prior to YardPac 79/82, and got out just weeks before WestPac 82 was
The common denominator to most of the posts on
this site is that there were so many unforgettable characters on the
Tuna-Prise (as I was taught to call her by my Sea-Daddy James
"Napkin" Moore). As has been said here so many times, as
much as things absolutely sucked, I still look back on those times
as some of the best, thanks primarily to the people amongst whom I
found myself working and partying.
Some random thoughts...
Arrrgh has well captured the flavor of many of the
experiences during the YardPac 79/82. I recall the breaking in
period for nubbies to be pretty traumatic for most. Arrrrgh, of
course, was on the "advanced" plan and quickly grew to
heap his own form of abuse in every which direction, no matter the
seniority of his intended target.
I lived at Schmegma House the last year of the
YardPac. It was located on the second (extremely bowed) floor above
an old bar in Silverdale. Legend has it that during previous decades
it had served as a house-of-ill-repute. Its layout seemed to confirm
that - two living rooms, and six small bedrooms on the main floor,
and two more bedrooms in the attic. During that time I remember
Jerry "The Waste" W. rebuilding his Harley '39 knucklehead
(?) inside, sometimes in his room, sometimes on the living room
table. Someone once passed out drunk after putting a pizza in the
oven. Hours later the then carbonized pizza was discovered. It was
no small miracle the place didn't burn - it would have gone up the
like dry-rot it was. Somehow the coal black puck was tacked to the
Schmegma-message board where it stayed for weeks...
There was another famed party house in Port
Orchard known as "Consumers." Norm Cooley was one of its
occupants. I'll have to get him to share details, but during one
notorious party there were so many people jumping around inside the
house (live band included) that it literally cracked. And this was
no little 'settling' crack; wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling! I
think there was also something about a dead horse in the yard
(though that may be me flashing back to a scene from Animal House).
Prior to moving to Schmegma House, I was honored
to share a room on the Gaffey with the infamous Bill (RE Slick)
Ball. The previous posts have not really done justice to the unique
"mannerisms" of Bill. What more can you ask for: really
great and entertaining person. When I think of a poster-boy for E
nukes - smart, contemptuous of authority figures, loud, wild, hard
worker, harder partier, all of which in the extreme - Bill Ball was
To second Al Berner's (AB1) earlier recollection,
I understand that "Napkin" Moore got his handle
(reportedly from the late/great Marc "E" Leboeuf) when,
with his mouth overfilled at the dinner table, he was only able to
"Napkin" and Al Brumbalow (sp?) bought
the Anchor Tavern shortly after the E pulled in to Bremerton in '79.
As previously noted, the Anchor was just across the street from the
ferry terminal and a block outside the PSNS gate. Prior to their
ownership, the Anchor was reported to be a favorite hang-out for
local gay community. That didn't seem to last too long after the
The Anchor Tavern served as a regular location for
our "Fat Tuesday" parties. We were on prototype rotations
(7 days / 7 mids / 7 swings) and after the last (Tuesday) night of
mids many of the crew partiers would convene at the Anchor for an
early start to the two off. The place really seemed like our own
The RO's in our crew also very often gathered at
Jim Pinkertons house, where I believe Al Berner and Fred
"Cheese" Chamness also lived. "Cheese" was a
lunatic's lunatic. As abusive and hard partying as he usually was,
he was a genuinely good guy (as most on that crew were). We used to
sit for hours, 8 or 10 crowded around the dining table, playing
non-poker card games (Uno, etc), passing around intoxicants, and all
the while there sits "Cheese" telling tales or passing out
abuse. Some people are blessed with the ability to lock in an
audience's attention with their wit and humor - "Cheese"
is one of those few (though the E nukes had a higher per capita of
those types than the general population). No one seems to know much
of what became of "Cheese"...
We also had Kelly MacMillan's bachelor party at
Pinkerton's house. I (somehow) located a couple of
"dancers" over in Seattle and - talk about holding an
audience's attention! Most in attendance had not yet experienced PI,
but these girls provided a good preview of coming attractions.
The attached pictures I snapped from a Dopey Book
in 3 Plant. The author's name I cannot remember, and the snapshot
quality is poor, but, hopefully, you can pick out enough detail to
do them justice. (The caption for the Sooper NooK cartoon reads:
"Sooper Nook is always ready to respond instantly to any sign
of danger..." "Stupid woman! You have just defeated a
reactor protection interlock! You have violated RPM procedure and in
so doing could easily have caused severe core damage!!"
(Yo AB1, what was the deal with the RPFW signs? I
Other names from that era: Randy Hermatz,
"Ropey" Hunzelman, James Johnston, Dean Quackenbush, John
Bonfiglio, Bob Durham, John Torey, DirtBag Davis, "Denver
D" Hooper(?), John Flowers, Ken Bell, Jerry Cook, too many
Enough, for now, from me.
Regards and keep up the great work.
P.S KP - I'm just across the valley in Glendale.
We should get together sometime (beer, golf, etc.) to discuss this
Note: If you do live in the valley please call me. My work
# is 480-592-0808.
Jim Tarkowski Comes Aboard ....
Please add me to the list.
Jim "Tark" Tarkowski, RM-14/RM-3
1980-84, aka-Green Weeny
Terry King Comes Aboard ....
Please include me in the roster.
Terry King, Reactor Electrical, 1979-1981 firstname.lastname@example.org
The Green Weenie!!!!
I've been waiting here for you to show up for over
a year! Soooo..... did you have your lips stitched back on or what?
hehehehehehehe!!!! I have Dirtbag's number, if you would like to
dispute his story about a certain night in San Fran....
HAHAHA!! Mel got in touch with me a while back
too. I know where to find Jerry "Waste"tinas and Steve
I'm almost afraid to ask this, but could you send
some stories in? Don't scare everyone too bad, now... since you've
seen "Arrgh!" in his full glory and shame....
My first Day Aboard ....
I may as well embark on this literary adventure by
offering my first memory from the Big E. She was well planted in the
yards when I got there and cables, hoses and wires were strewn
everywhere. Myself and the rest of the nublets who had just arrived
from class 8007 were wandering around the ship with that agape look
trying to get all our check in signatures. Towards the end of the
first day I hear on the MC: "Ding Ding. ENTERPRISE
DEPARTING." Now I had no idea that this was the navy way of
announcing that the Captain was going ashore. All I knew was that I
have a wife on shore in this strange new land of Bremerton and this
ship just said it's departing!!! I wondered how this could be,
especially given the copious amount of tethering to the pier. I
figured I had better go back to the RT void and ask the only guys I
knew aboard what the hell was going on. Of course by this time I was
so lost I couldn't find the passageway back to the void. I finally
found a semi-recognizable face. I'm sure my angst was fodder for an
amusing nub story for the rest of that week. By the way, I happen to
be in possession of an RM-14 dopey book. All I can say is stand the
f*ck by Tark and Willie Wright!!!
Layne "The Tack" Pontnack RM-14 '81-'84
Familiar Names ....
Page 32 has been a good page for me, bringing back
lots of old memories and acquaintances. My old Division officer, the
amazing Tark, and I know Layne Pontnack, and have some vague
memories of Terry King too. Then, there was a long awaited post from
Kevin Doyle! Kevin. I'm sorry I forgot your name as one of the guys
living in that house in Phoenix that I visited after leaving the Nav.
Don't know if you remember that or not. I remember eating some
lasagna at John Flower's house that his wife made (I helped grate
some of the cheese). I dropped in on you, and then hit the Ropey one
after leaving the Nav on my "cross country - stop in everywhere
you know somebody- party across the country to celebrate freedom
tour". Took me a month to get from San Fran to Charlotte, NC.
Ahh, the days of no cares and freedom to go anywhere, any time! Of
course, having a family and job does have a few benefits, too. I
miss that kind of freedom, but I wouldn't give up what I have now
for anything in the world!
Star Alley ....
I am going to try to explain a situation on board
the Big "E" that only a very few were privileged to
experience. The list includes 1 Plant "M" Div. during the
82 cruise. Names haunt me now; however, a few come to mind: Barry
Jackson, Garrett Mehling, Robert Miller, there were others involved
but time has wiped them from my memories. I do recall faces but
names to match them, no. Maybe some of you reading this story will
recall others who were privy to this wonderful experience. Anyway,
during the cruise in 82, after the yard pac, a few of the party
crowd decided it was time to come up with a place and idea to escape
the rigors of the ship. Someone decided to acquire a box of
fluorescent stickers, the ones that were pasted on every bulkhead
with the arrows giving you direction to escape to nowhere, and bring
them to 1 Plant MMR. During the next several weeks certain
individuals took the stickers and began using whole punches of
different sizes and punched hole after hole after hole in the
stickers. A cardboard box was used for storage of these precisely
punched out specimens for safekeeping. Eventually there were no
stickers left and the box was full of punched out dots of varying
sizes. Now, if you can recall, the aft shaft alley in 1 Plant had a
very steep ladder that took you to the bottom walkway. Once there
you could look aft toward the citron seal where the longest shaft in
the world exited into the deep blue. Shaft Alley patrols knew this
area well. The MM's of 1 Plant spent hours in the shaft alley,
climbing everywhere, pasting the sticker punches on the walls,
ceiling, floor and shaft. If you recall, the shaft alley went from a
large area to a much smaller area as it went aft from the entrance
hatch to the seal. I do not recall how long it took to place all the
stickers but I do remember the first time I was invited down to
check out what had been accomplished. As you all know, the early
80's were known for being a party boat, need I say anymore? I
vividly recall Barry, Bob and myself arriving at the shaft alley,
opening the hatch and climbing down to the bottom. Once there, we
took positions on the storage rack at the forward end of the alley,
turned on the music box and after some time Bob ran up the ladder
and opened the hatch, reached out in the hallway and turned off the
lights, came back inside and closed the hatch. He arrived at the
platform just as my eyes were adjusting to the darkness. As I was
looking down the alley I was in awe at what was transpiring right
before my eyes. The illusion of the shape of the alley and the
thousands of stars that suddenly were appearing everywhere out of
the darkness made my mouth drop open in amazement. The dots just
seemed to be hanging in space right in front of us. The 1 Plant
M-Div guys had created the most spectacular thing I ever experienced
on the Big "E". The shaft alley became known as the
"Star Alley." A few officers were brought down to
experience it prior to there leaving the Big "E", but only
a select few. For those of us who had the privilege to experience
this masterpiece, which undoubtedly is lost in the bowels of history
by now, can only remember the first time sitting there in awe as the
lights went out and the stars appeared. I spent many hours with an
amazing bunch of guys who were my shipmates and friends staring down
the alley watching the glowing stars fade away into the darkness as
time crept along.
Note: In the late 80s, the M-Div'rs still talked about a
place known as "Star Alley." None of us
"outsiders" knew what it was. It was still a well
guarded secret and now, after 20years, I know what the hell it
was. Does anyone currently serving aboard the E know if Star
Alley is still there? And while you're at it, see if the RMs are
still hiding laughing gas in the overheads.
RM-14 Dopeybook ....
I know that I made some entries into the RE dopey book, but I
can't recall if I scored on the RM-14 db. Could you check and see if
the infamous "Wish I Weren't Here" song parody made it
into there? It was priceless, but time has escaped with most of it.
Also, you wouldn't happen to know what happened to the RC-14 Dopey
book from the 82-83 cruise, would you?
ps - I have some pictures you might be interested in having :)
The Waste Returns .....
KP please change my email address to email@example.com.
I have changed services. The free year of aol (a-holes on line) we
got when buying a new computer has run out.
Thanks, Jerry "the Waste" Waitinas
PS I have not been lurking the whole time. I have
sent in several stories, but none were posted. I am not sure, but I
think aol had screener software and won't let a message go through
if it contains the F word, and I can't re-tell an Enterprise story
without using the F word several times, especially if Arrgh or the
Dirtbag are involved!
Note: this is indeed a crime if the Ethernet has stolen valuable
tales of debauchery from all of us. I can assure you that they never arrived
in my mailbox. I doubt AOL would have stricken them but you
never know. I hope you can find them and resend them. If
you send something and it isn't posted right away (i.e., things sent
at a later date are posted by others) then that means I never got
it, or I didn't recognize it as being navy related in my spam filter (that is why I
recommend using the header "KP Site").
It was Tim Link ....
Hey KP, The [guy you're thinking about] was Tim Link. We hung out a lot and even
hooked up a few times after the Nav, but lost track of each other
after awhile. Last I heard, he was in the Minneapolis area.
Note: That's right.... It was Tim Link. I met Tim when I first
reported aboard and was assigned a bunk in E-Div berthing (before
being moved to RE Berthing later in the cruise). Tim was the
first class in charge of E-Div berthing and gave me my sheets and
things. He was always seen playing his bass through some
really 70's looking headphones in the back of
berthing. As many might remember Tim was very religious and
would only play Christian music. Many years later (westpac
88?) I was in the
Big E band (the ship's official band) and we were getting ready to
do a show. The regular bass player flew off with the airwing
and we were "up the creek." In desperate need
of a bass player I asked Tim if he'd consider the gig (thinking that
he'd refuse) but he didn't. With little or no time before the
show, Tim came to practice, learned all the songs, and blew us away with
to you Tim Link, wherever you are!
Nub Days ....
OK, the second thing I remember about arriving in
4 plant…Arrgh!! Here is this guy sitting at the panel telling me
how bad the Navy sucked, especially at sea. I'm thinking to myself
"Damn, what did I get into? Nobody could hate the Navy this bad
if it didn't really suck!!" What the hell did I know? I was a
lowly nub. And in a lot of ways, it really did suck. Then there was
Danny "Dirtbag" Davis asking me how many days I have left
and laughing his ass off. About then I was plotting ways to get my
A Toast to Marc ....
It's been about 25 years since most of us have
seen each other, but thanks to this site many of us have
re-established connections with comrades from a time that most of us
can now look back on with very fond memories. We always seem to
remember the good and forget the bad. In our quest, we found out one
of our old shipmates and steaming buddies, Marc Lebeouf, met an
untimely death in an accident shortly after getting out of the Navy.
Since we found out about this only a couple of weeks before the 22nd
anniversary of his passing, we felt like we just had to do something
to pay our respects, so we agreed to do a "virtual toast"
to Marc on July 30.
At the appointed hour we all raised a glass to his
memory. Some with San Miguel, some with Rum, some tea, and others
water. One of our old buds is serving in Iraq with the National
Guard and due to time differences and location-imposed temperance,
raised a glass of chocolate milk at 05:00 Iraq time. If you knew
Marc you know he would have loved the irony. The beverage didn’t
matter; it was all about the memory of one hard steaming good
friend, and the toast. Toasts were given from Washington State to
California. From Texas to Michigan. From Rhode Island to Iraq. We
tried to find someone from Florida, but they were still too busy
counting dimples and making ready for the next re-count.
I believe this was the first "virtual
toast" any of us took part in. We probably wouldn't have done
this for anyone but Marc.
For those wanting to celebrate or mark an occasion
but can't get together physically, this seems like a good way to
share a remembered moment. Thank you to all who participated. Maybe
some day soon we can all get together and toast Marc good and
And by the way Willie May (our shipmate now in
Iraq); in case nobody has said it to you recently. THANK YOU.
Friends of Marc
Bikini Surprise ....
May 1975. We were in Hawaii on our way back from
Westpac. Just off the main drag, about half way between Pearl Harbor
and Honolulu, there was an interesting little place. (I forget the
name) It was kind of like a mini-mall but it just contained bars.
You paid a cover at the front entrance and then had access to
something like 5 or so bars all under one roof. Each of the bars had
a different form of entertainment, most of it adult.
One bar featured a transvestite stripper. This
stripper was "well done" for the mid 70s and had better
boobs than a lot of girls I've known. She had her top off but kept
her bikini bottom on for obvious reasons. (Not that you could notice
a bulge.) A first class ELT named Jerry was pretty well three sheets
to the wind, and didn't know the stripper was actually a guy. And he
was pretty well attracted to her too. During a break between dance
numbers, a couple of guys went to the dancer and told
"her" that Jerry had the hots for her. She just smiled and
said "Wait till my next number."
True to her word, when the music started she
caught Jerry's attention and motioned him on to the stage. Jerry
couldn't believe his good luck. The dancer made Jerry get on his
knees and kiss her feet. The audience howled! After a few moments
Jerry decides to be sly and starts working his way up her legs.
(Remember : Alcohol WAS involved.) He's kissing the inside of her
thigh when the dancer does something unexpected. She puts both
thumbs inside the front of her bikini bottom and pulls down. Out of
nowhere pops a very angry erection that almost slaps Jerry in the
face!! The bar gasps, then falls silent. Jerry is just staring in
confusion at the object an inch in front of his face. Some people up
close to the stage said Jerry's eyes crossed as he stared down the
barrel. Evidently (hopefully) Jerry had never observed one of these
from that angle. Finally it dawns on Jerry what he is looking at. He
lets out a howl and falls backwards into the audience. The whole bar
erupts in laughter. Beer squirted out of numerous nostrils.
In my four years on the E there were 4 or 5 events
which were talked about so much that everyone thought that they had
been there themselves. This was one of those occasions.
Unfortunately, I myself missed this one by a matter of seconds. I
was standing in the "lobby" shooting the shit with some
friends when we heard the howls of laughter and rushed into the bar
to see what had happened. Guys were still pounding their fists on
the tables and trying to catch their breath between fits of
laughter. Others were still choking on inhaled beer. Jerry was now
sitting on the floor in front of the stage and was the only person
in the bar not laughing. The dancer was still on stage, but had
tucked her dick back into her bikini bottoms. ("Her dick."
Now THERE'S two words that shouldn't appear together in polite
conversation!) I spied someone I knew, and asked what had happened.
It took a couple of minutes for him to compose himself enough to
relate these details.
Jerry took a lot of shit on our trip back to
Alameda. Shortly after we got back, Jerry just disappears. Don't
know if he was discharged or begged for a quick transfer just to get
away from the ridicule.
Remembering Everette Anderson
Everette "Andy" Anderson drowned while
fishing in the San Francisco Bay after he got out. He died in 1986
or 1987. He was the 4 plant LPO for awhile, I think '82 and '83, he
was known for conducting his CRAO turnovers in the chem shack in the
RAR. (saved on hepa filters).
Tack and Tark? And Some '86 Memories!
Tack & Tark have finally arrived. DING
Now if we can get Mike McFarland and Joe Halsey to
join up, we could start the 3 plant vs. 4 plant feud again.
------more from Mark-----
The cruise tape from the 1986 WESTPAC / MED
cruise is finally available.
Since there was no copyright on the material, I
have since applied for and received the copyright for unlimited
Not sure what the exact cost will be, but am
pretty sure that it will be under $10 including shipping.
I know of 3 people who already want copies. I just
do not want to get stuck with a bunch of extras, so will be
accepting orders through August. September 1st, I will get the dupes
Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org
(put 'ENT DVD' in the subject line so I can set up my filter). I
will contact you with the final price and where to send your bongo
– Halle Berry onboard ENTERPRISE for a USO show in 1986
Note: so all you lust monkeys, who watched that show on the
flightdeck and fantasized about seeing the lovely Miss Ohio's ta tas,
can now finally do so by renting Monster's Ball!
Michael Carlin Photos ....
Here's a couple of pictures from my days on the pig. The first is
of course me in front of the 1 Plant panel. The next is the Missouri
and New Jersey during a fire power demonstration off the coast of
Japan, and finally me and John Vanmuckey during our stop in Kenya.
Brian Barkley Comes Aboard ....
Hi, I was on the Enterprise from 81- 85. I was a
rx operator in plant 4, then later a slackbout in the RC shop.
Please put me on the list
Brian Barkey (ET 1st class)
Enjoyed KD's post of Bremerton circa 78-82. Never
expected to see a "SOOPER NOOK" cartoon again though --
just another reason to hope wifey never finds this website! Had lots
of requests to continue the series but SN made only a couple of
brief appearances before fading into obscurity. Dan McKenzie (RM23)
ragged on me in that same dopey book about not producing more, in a
post referring to me as "old man" (I had a few years on
most of my sea-brethren). I slapped him back with a multi-panel
cartoon of himself as an infant, in a diaper, clutching the dopey
book and bawling about it until he craps himself. He seemed a bit
humbled afterward (it was only a joke, Dan ... honest!) The lower
sketch that KD resurrected is mine also, where I tried to capture
the dynamics of a typical GQ drill. Until I saw it again here, I'd
forgotten about the thing we used to do with our socks. Still don't
know what THAT was all about!
I always thought Waste's Knucklehead was a '38.
But my memory isn't trustworthy enough to insist. Now that Waste has
resurfaced, he can set the (f_cking) record straight. That was one
very cool bike too, low and spare and mean -- pure essence of
Speaking of nukes and motorbikes, I have the
remains of a 1958 650cc Matchless twin (Brit bike) which once
belonged to Craig Schneider and came to me by way of the Grub. It
had a little peanut fuel tank and crudely made shorty straight
pipes. I've since replaced these and several other parts that had
suffered severe heat damage; a few were even crispy. This thing had
"Rat Bike" written all over it, and obviously experienced
an incendiary moment. I'm sure there must be a squidly tale of woe
involved. I've been hoping to run into Craig one day and ask him
about it. Anyone know the lad's whereabouts? Anyone remember a
flaming limey bike?
Note: Stickman your artistic talent is incredible.
One of these days I want to compile a Big E Rx & Eng Dept museum
(or archive). I would collect everything I could, like old
cruisebooks, dopeybooks, patches, etc. There are a few
"private" Big E museums out there but none have the stuff
we would all enjoy seeing again. Can you imagine looking
through a dopeybook from your era? Or seeing yourself in one of
those old black & white PI table photos? No wives would be
allowed (unless they signed a waiver of unconditional love)!
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