Making my life a living hell was his collateral duty at Navy Band Newport, and he did his job well. And now, even though our reunions last for but a few days, he manages to pack a year's worth of sea story butchery into those few precious days.
But maybe he's not coming. It would be refreshing to enjoy a reunion without worrying that any second now, the air will be polluted by that high-pitched southern draw, that annoying siren that warns that sea stories are about to be ruined.
Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it, so no sense getting squirrely...
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