Part Three and A-Half of A Sailor’s Scholarly Series on U.S. Naval History in The South Pacific
(Part Three Here)
So, a girl walks into a bar.
I walked over to Mama-San, “Hey who’s the new girl?”
“What new girl?”
“The one with the long brown hair,” I said.
“Goddam chew! They all have long brown hair. Where you think you are Sailor-Boy, Malibu?”
“No. I mean that girl,” I said, pointing.
“Oh ‘That Girl’” she said. “She is new, and don’t bother her.”
“Yes, I know she is new. That is my point, for fuck sake.”
“Leave her alone.”
“She reminds me of someone,” I said.
“Don’t we all? That is what we do here. We sell memories. We are in the memory business.”