Actually, this is all I ever wanted out of joining the NMA: a Navy ball cap.
Old men in ball caps (OMBCs) would come up to you after a concert in the park and tell you they were in the Navy in the Spanish American War, so maybe you knew his friend, Ebeneezer Smith. And you'd smile and be polite because that was your job.
And now, I'm gonna be one of those guys. Every time a military band comes to my town I'll put on my ball cap and drive the bandmaster crazy with my incessant questions.
He'll be polite to me and call me sir and say he's enjoyed talking to me; that's his job.
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