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  •  Well, maybe other than the massage parlor stuff ;) (3+ / 0-)
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    SpecialKinFlag, DaNang65, coquiero
    •  Hmmm.... (2+ / 0-)
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      Senor Unoball, DaNang65

      Never mind.

      Fare thee well, global extinction's forever. So what the hell, order your Mercedes in leather. - Boston

      by SpecialKinFlag on Wed Mar 02, 2011 at 01:35:24 PM PST

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    •  I don't know... that made me giggle. (2+ / 0-)
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      Senor Unoball, coquiero

      I personally never got to go into a bar during our time in the PI. However, my mother did go in with my dad and another couple and, much later in life, I got to learn what went on in the bars off base. Oh my!

      •  Scariest time I ever had in Olongopo.... (0+ / 0-)

        At Subic, my father ran the Military Sealift Command office. He was Navy, but was in charge of several civilian-manned fleet oilers. These ships would resupply Navy or Air Force bases, refuel Navy ships at sea, etc.

        One Christmas, one of the MSC ships was in port for the holiday, and the crew rented a bar in town for a ship's party. I was 19 or so at the time.

        That bar, of course, included the normal contingent of bar girls.

        Both of my parents and I sat with the ship's officers, some of whom had their wives flown in for the holiday.

        After everybody had been there for a while, long enough to be sociable and have some fun, but before things got too rowdy and out of hand, the ship's captain, his wife, and my parents all said their "good nights" and went back to the base. I stayed at the bar.

        Before leaving, they gave me their tickets for drawings that were going to be held later that night.

        And, toward the end of the evening, when they drew the lottery tickets, I won $100!

        So, there I was. A kid of 19, long-haired and obviously not in the military. With a room full of $5/night hookers.

        I got popular, and fast!

        There were plenty of stories about sailors being robbed, stabbed, killed for less money than that, and, as I said, everybody knew I had a pocketful of $20s.

        I hung out for a while until I saw some Shore Patrol walking along, and then tagged along with them back to the base!

        •  And now I know why my dad got in so much (1+ / 0-)
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          Senor Unoball

          trouble before the family showed up. He had a little trouble in the PI and my mom has often said that if she had known that before touching down, we would have stayed in CA. Luckily, they worked it all out but I learned first hand about the difficulties of moving, that's for sure.

          BTW, had to have my hubby read this one over my shoulder.

          I'm going to send you an invite to the group... I hope you'll consider joining and writing a diary or two.

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