I received orders to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba (GITMO) while in the USN. Arriving I was assigned a room in the old wooden barracks. I was more used to open bay living. I still think that is the best way for military folk to live, but that is not the subject here. It was late by the time I got in the room. There was no one else ASSIGNED to my little room, but I was with my division, who shared the adjoining rooms Everyone was gone. About 2am I was woke up by a guy named Paul Hess. He welcomed me aboard and offered me some ‘Coconut Chicken’. I accepted it in my daze and tasted it, it was delicious. The division had been to a party and the hostess had cooked this delicious chicken. He misunderstood my name, and I became ‘Jack Daniels’ to him for the next year.
The next evening Paul came into my room and I was cleaning the screens. They were covered with lint, you could hardly see thru them. His admonishment when he came into the room, ‘You’ll be sorry’.
The boys, Jack & Mark on their moto cross bikes in our yard on GITMO. We waited two or three months before Sherry & the boys could come down.
I HAVE USED THIS EXCUSE (REASON) many times since then on Sherry, but it seldom works.
So if you live around ‘no see’ums or black flies’ don’t clean your screens!!!
Thanks for coming by the log.
Today is our last day in Utah. In the morning we head to Idaho after a great time here. Tomorrow I will post the last of pictures from Utah.