Dad was USAF.
Okinawa was, er, interesting. Where else could you play catch with an unexploded hand grenade, which was exploded the next day by the bomb squad, meet a great white shark at a beach with lifeguards and have to back down a mountain doublebacking road in a 57 Desoto luxury sedan because you came face to face with an ox cart full of human poop. That car was the biggest thing not owned by the Armed forces on the island. You could hold a cocktail party in it. It wasn't built for 1 lane roads on the side of a volcano. Dad was trying to show us where he had gotten hit in WW II.

I don't know why I bother playing Gulfstream. I can play piano better. I can't play piano at all.