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Yep, it's the water used for the boilers. They have or had a fitting where the Boiler Techs or Machinist Mate could take a sample to check for impurities. They would use this fitting to fill a stainless-steel pot to pour into the coffee pot. That was in 1972.
A little fun side note. In the early spring of 1973, we were on a six-month Med Cruise and had pulled into Naples Italy. I was on the 0400 to 0800 Sound and Security watch. Part of my duties were to take the draft reading from the pier. I heard over the 1MC, "Fireman D,, report to the Captain on the Quarter Deck". I was wondering what the fuck have I done wrong for the Captain, an O6, to call me an E-3 to the Quarter Deck?"

When I got there, I saluted and reported to him. He looked at me and said, "These draft reading cannot be right. I am going to show you how to take these readings." Down to the pier we went and to the bow. He looked at my report, looked at the draft markings, turned and went to mid-ship readings, then turned and walked quickly aft. After he checked those he turned to me and said, "Fireman D, I owe you an apology, your report is absolutely right. We're sitting on the bottom sucking mud into the main intakes."

We quickly took off back to the Quarter Deck and told the OOD to get ahold of LCDR T. who was the Chief Engineer. My Division Officer was there as my Chief and my shop LPO. The Chief asked the Captain if there was a problem and he said, "At first I thought there was. But Fireman D. was correct with his draft report and the charts are wrong. We're sitting on the bottom taking mud into the main intakes and we could have a major problem."
 
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It's a coming tonight...

"County snowfall total through Wednesday, Feb. 5, is 168.25 inches – just over 14 feet, according to county data."

55 mph gusts and Blizzard like snowfall right now. Probably not going anywhere tonight... 😂
My trapped-in-the-Deep-South self covets your snowstorm. Hope it brings joy, not strain.
 
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A little fun side note. In the early spring of 1973, we were on a six-month Med Cruise and had pulled into Naples Italy. I was on the 0400 to 0800 Sound and Security watch. Part of my duties were to take the draft reading from the pier. I heard over the 1MC, "Fireman D,, report to the Captain on the Quarter Deck". I was wondering what the fuck have I done wrong for the Captain, an O6, to call me an E-3 to the Quarter Deck?"

When I got there, I saluted and reported to him. He looked at me and said, "These draft reading cannot be right. I am going to show you how to take these readings." Down to the pier we went and to the bow. He looked at my report, looked at the draft markings, turned and went to mid-ship readings, then turned and walked quickly aft. After he checked those he turned to me and said, "Fireman Daniels, I owe you an apology, your report is absolutely right. We're sitting on the bottom sucking mud into the main intakes."

We quickly took off back to the Quarter Deck and told the OOD to get ahold of LCDR T. who was the Chief Engineer. My Division Officer was there as my Chief and my shop LPO. The Chief asked the Captain if there was a problem and he said, "At first I thought there was. But Fireman D. was correct with his draft report and the charts are wrong. We're sitting on the bottom taking mud into the main intakes and we could have a major problem."
Man, the ability (and willingness) to own an error and work for the solution. Hell of an officer, that Captain.
 
Haha, we are twins!

When I was a kid, we had a hen named cluckie!!

… and a rooster named Roosty! 😮

I don’t think we’re related cuz I never lived in Ohio and my parents weren’t from Minnesota….
Haha...I always thought I was adopted....

We had a chicken named hop a long.... he was crippled and had a bad limp...he was a nice chicken
 
A little fun side note. In the early spring of 1973, we were on a six-month Med Cruise and had pulled into Naples Italy. I was on the 0400 to 0800 Sound and Security watch. Part of my duties were to take the draft reading from the pier. I heard over the 1MC, "Fireman D,, report to the Captain on the Quarter Deck". I was wondering what the fuck have I done wrong for the Captain, an O6, to call me an E-3 to the Quarter Deck?"

When I got there, I saluted and reported to him. He looked at me and said, "These draft reading cannot be right. I am going to show you how to take these readings." Down to the pier we went and to the bow. He looked at my report, looked at the draft markings, turned and went to mid-ship readings, then turned and walked quickly aft. After he checked those he turned to me and said, "Fireman Daniels, I owe you an apology, your report is absolutely right. We're sitting on the bottom sucking mud into the main intakes."

We quickly took off back to the Quarter Deck and told the OOD to get ahold of LCDR T. who was the Chief Engineer. My Division Officer was there as my Chief and my shop LPO. The Chief asked the Captain if there was a problem and he said, "At first I thought there was. But Fireman D. was correct with his draft report and the charts are wrong. We're sitting on the bottom taking mud into the main intakes and we could have a major problem."
That’s a good officer.

Respects his crew. Trusts then and didn’t pull that officer bullshit. Owned the issue.

Respect.

There were only a few officers I couldn’t respect when I was in the army. Most of the officers I worked with were committed, forward looking and solution oriented and had their shit buttoned up tight. There were a few tho… Lt Christiansen comes to mind (name changed to protect the guilty)
 
A little fun side note. In the early spring of 1973, we were on a six-month Med Cruise and had pulled into Naples Italy. I was on the 0400 to 0800 Sound and Security watch. Part of my duties were to take the draft reading from the pier. I heard over the 1MC, "Fireman D,, report to the Captain on the Quarter Deck". I was wondering what the fuck have I done wrong for the Captain, an O6, to call me an E-3 to the Quarter Deck?"

When I got there, I saluted and reported to him. He looked at me and said, "These draft reading cannot be right. I am going to show you how to take these readings." Down to the pier we went and to the bow. He looked at my report, looked at the draft markings, turned and went to mid-ship readings, then turned and walked quickly aft. After he checked those he turned to me and said, "Fireman Daniels, I owe you an apology, your report is absolutely right. We're sitting on the bottom sucking mud into the main intakes."

We quickly took off back to the Quarter Deck and told the OOD to get ahold of LCDR T. who was the Chief Engineer. My Division Officer was there as my Chief and my shop LPO. The Chief asked the Captain if there was a problem and he said, "At first I thought there was. But Fireman D. was correct with his draft report and the charts are wrong. We're sitting on the bottom taking mud into the main intakes and we could have a major problem."
He sounds like a stand up captain.... I assume you got out of the mud!!
 
Good morning Wat and Boat. Yes the ice is here and I am not walking anywhere. The salt trucks are out but the side roads are bad.

How are others doing in this crappy icy weather? Be safe and try to stay warm.

I go this afternoon to have the biopsy of the prostate. I heard it’s quick and not painful. I am taking Tylenol with me to get ahead of any pain. And my GF is going with me for moral support. I am glad she is part of my life.
You two are lucky to have each other! 🫂🫂
 
No. How do you do that to your mother? It's like I know she needs to be evaluated, but doing it too soon would just be an insult and embarrassing to her. I think she knows because she spends an awful lot of time telling us she's not crazy when she describes these events to us.
It's not a matter of doing something nefarious to her. It's a matter of being proactive with her health. Her primary care provider should be able to work an evaluation into an office visit without insulting and/or embarrassing her.

That said, it's a difficult decision to make. I remember when my husband and his sister had to tell my FIL he could no longer drive. It was a difficult conversation. I even had the same convo with my husband when his vision became so bad he could no longer drive safely.

It's really hard to both support your loved one and want what's best. I'm sure you will make the decision when the time is right. 🫂🫂
 
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