USS Hepburn, 1976.
Two guys boxing on the ship at sea,
photo shopped for effect.
Back to working on The Book of Hepburn.
This is the chapter title pages for the chapter on ‘Beautiful And Breathtakingly Enchanting Sweathearts’
( otherwise known as Babes )
To my former ship mates, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
I was looking at the slides I took of women overseas, and I noticed they all looked somewhat similar. I couldn’t quite place it, I think maybe I was interested in hairstyles or something…
Karachi, Pakistan January 1976.
Pictured, Brooklyn Jack. He was our “guide” in Karachi. With a horse drawn carriage driven by his son, he took us around the city looking for whatever it was we desired. Always in a constant state of confrontation with Dan Petrous, my buddy from Detroit, he would say “Take it easy greasy, you got a long way to slide”.
Talk to anyone who has ever visited Karachi, and ask them what comes to mind first. Flies. Everywhere we went, thousands of them. Look closely at this picture. Everything is covered in flies. Not just food, everything. Whenever I think of Karachi, I think of flies, and Brooklyn Jack.
Donny taught me to play guitar in the Navy.
He was left handed and so was I, so I could use his guitar to learn.
Note the pick guard, he bought a right handed guitar, then restrung it upside down.
We couldn’t afford no custom made left handed guitars in those days.
Position yourself directly under the helicopter.
Feet slightly apart, hold your hand out, palms up.
There, your ready to catch your first Helicopter.
Kenya, Africa. 1976
My buddy Bob informs me, that tomorrow at 7:00 am,
there is a safari leaving. This is a once in a lifetime chance to
go on an actual African safari. So I could go out the night before, and party with
the guys, drinking and carousing, chasing women, in a shallow display
of man at his worst, or I could stay in, and partake the next morning in
an experience shared by the likes of Livingston and Stanley. It was really
no decision at all.
So here is a picture of the safari, taken by my buddy Bob.
I don’t have any pictures of my night of drinking and carousing.
What can I say?
Either me or this monkey was on drugs that night…
Karachi Pakistan, January 1976. The guy lets me hold his cobra after the whole playing the flute gig. I was holding it right behind the head. Then I moved my hand further down and held it up for a bud to take a picture. The cobra flared its hood and started swaying back and forth wildly. The guy with the flute freaks out, and grabs the cobra right away. I guess the darn thing is still highly venomous, and he did not expect some hair brain sailor to to let it have it’s way. It happened so fast, my bud with my camera didn’t even snap the picture. See, it was hard to get good help, even then.