Well, I'm sure y'all didn't believe me, but my pal Jack has come up with a photo of me in my Air Force diver days. I had forgotten about that pump thing that guys up on the surface used to man like a seesaw to keep oxygen heading down to the depths where I was digging a plane out of the muck or collecting really colorful shells or whatnot. Yep, those were the days. But the coolest thing about being a Vietnam era vet is the berserk factor. Nobody know what you're going to do from one moment to the next. Makes you seem more interesting than you are.