We went downtown with George Thursday morning to call home; after that, it was pretty much a repeat of Tuesday, except that we went with George, Mike, and Robbie to the Pizza Italian restaurant we’d enjoyed so much on our first evening in town.
Jacksonville Beach, FL11 March 2011
Sean
FRIDAY AFTERNOON WE once again headed to the beach. We ran with Pete and, after cleaning up at his apartment, went for a ride with him up to the Mayport Naval Station so he could visit the commissary. There was an aircraft carrier docked at the base, and we got a close-up look at it.
“God, that’s a big mother,” Paul said.
“No kidding,” I said.
Pete said, “Those things have to be huge—think about the size of the landing area on the deck. Believe it or not, some five thousand men and women live on board all of the time.”
“That’s right,” Jared said, “you served on carriers, didn’t you?”
“Been there, done that. Wouldn’t want to do it again.”