RubyMonster is getting organized
My father was in the Navy. Every Thanksgiving we got dressed up and ate dinner in the sub cafeteria of the 666 Hawkbill. My mother had an anxiety attack every time she had to walk her two small children across the plank down into it. There were of course no rails and we had no fear ourselves and I liked to run.
I’m pretty sure she hated every part of it except where she didn’t have to cook but never said so.
