I now emerge from a near-lethal dose of the creeping crud, having been laid low by a combination of reunion exhaustion and a day of close-quarters captivity in airplanes full of travelers exhaling the respiratory souvenirs from their own travels.
I apologize for my recuperative silence. The period immediately following the annual Navy Musicians Association reunion is always a time of reflection, not only on the events of the week, but on the memories the event always dredges up; the combination of sea stories and camaraderie is an effective memory prod.
Let's look at this as a mere delay, a modification of orders, so to speak.
Resume blogging. That is an order.
Frank Mullen's very unofficial source of poop, skinny and bitching for present and former U.S. Navy Musicians.
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