Introduction

I don't have a lot of sea stories.  I did not spend much time at sea.   But I like listening to other folks tell their stories, and if I like it when others tell their stories, then I figure I should tell mine.  Thanks for reading, and I hope you find them at least somewhat amusing :)

(I have never been to war, so I don't have any war stories at all. Which is probably for the best.)

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