Recommend Blogs: CAPTAIN STABBIN back in the fifties on a destroyer in the Naval Shipyard in Portsmouth, Virginia was not a good thing because other then to drink 3.2% beer there wasn't a whole lot to do, and when you're only paid $99.00 plus sea pay each month you can't afford to do much else anyway.
The barmaid brought the drinks, sat down, thanked me, and introduced herself as Jean.
She asked me a series of questions about myself, where I was from, and what ship I was stationed on. I answered her questions as she fired away, making small talk, while all the while she kept an eye on the clock.
As she sipped from her glass she all of a sudden got my attention when she asked me if I wanted to take her home when the bar closed.
Is the Pope Catholic? Hell Yes! But I wondered how much this was going to cost me
