THE MAGIC MOMENT: At night, if we could find a few dollars between us, we would meet at the local tavern to have a few beers. We complained about our inability to find a decent job, and were happy and perhaps a bit envious, when we heard that one of our acquaintances had the good fortune to actually have found employment. We told sea stories about our adventures in the service, and, of course, told vastly exaggerated tales of our many feminine conquests. We listened intently, and nodded our heads in mock approval, but depending on who was telling the story, we were aware that many of the stories were no more than wishful figments of the narrators imagination.
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 11:00:18 +0000