I was at the bank's drive through, still in my scrubs, waiting to deposit my paycheck. I had been a long, hard 36 hours, but at least I was off work, and no longer on call. A young man, his arms covered in tattoos was motioning towards my passenger window. He had turned the ignition off of his motorcycle so I could hear him. Crap. Maybe I had a low tire. My pistol was underneath a newspaper on the passenger seat.
I checked my rear view mirror, and then..... I rolled down the window.
"Were you in the Navy?" he asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact," I smiled.
"Your cap, it's good to see someone wearing one. I was in the Navy too," he said.
"Thank you for your service." It was his turn to smile.
"Where were you stationed?" I challenged him.
"San Diego, the Nimitz. I was a Bo'swains Mate," came the reply. Suddenly, the tattooed man became a landlocked sailor, a brother of the ocean.
"I was on the Midway, you might have seen her there......."
"Oh yeah, she's a museum now. There's a restaurant on the fantail."
"One day I want to take my family to see her," I mused.
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