It’s Fleet Week in San Francisco. Hundreds of Navy boats moored in the harbor, and thousands of sailors wandering the streets – loud, tattooed and very drunk, they fill the bars. They shout out to each other from across the street when they see someone they shipped with in the past. They drink gallons of … Continue reading …and a bottle of rum
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