As the sun sets and I gaze out my window over the Tidewater area, I think about the things I miss about my time here: the friends, the challenges and satisfaction of doing an important job, the excitement of serving in the Navy's capital.
I also think about what I don't miss:
Frank Mullen's very unofficial source of poop, skinny and bitching for present and former U.S. Navy Musicians.
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