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Fleet Week Ends With, Presumably, Some Whimpering
There they go. Sailing out of our lives the same way they just sailed in. Sniff. (Photo by.)
I wish we had Fleet Week in Boston. We had Marine Week, and nothing's more of a turn-off than a man with no neck.
Why does Fleet Week go from like Wednesday to Wednesday, not Saturday to Saturday, or such? I mean what the hell kind of Mayan Calendar bullshit is this, anyway? No wonder we're not winning the war on drugs.
One of the few benefits of working in Times Square, they all pass through.
It's like a smorgasbord of uniforms.
If you are sad, you should try Barracks Row in lovely SE Washington, DC or anywhere in the area code 757 at literally any time of year!
The area code 757 is not a real place, but more of a state of mind. (And also a real place, but shit, they take it everywhere with them. I never know where exactly it's coming from, but somehow as if by magic, it's always that damn 757.)
(I have a brother in the Navy.)