November 18, 2018:
A day with the Navy, courtesy of the Big Brothers of America.
Sexist, patronizing, uninsightful, unnecessary bunch. But they did do this, and it was cool for me.
I desperately wanted to fly. Not happening. Imperfect vision, in the days before lasik. It's the country's loss, I'd be America's top ace today and probably an Admiral. But I rejected that path for my own reasons.
At this time it was my world. The chance to tour a carrier, even a lowly helicopter carrier, was plenty righteous.
I remember nothing of the day whatsoever.