How does an 8am pick-up sound? –Uncle Mike. Kinda early, the game doesn’t start till 3:30 –me. OK, 9 then. Lots for you to see there — Uncle Mike, ’77 grad of the US Naval Academy. You don’t even have to ask him if you meet him. He’ll tell you, with a big smile, as …
Mussels and Music go hand in hand at Bertha’s, but more than just that, Bertha’s is a social hall with atmosphere collected over the course of a lifetime, or maybe even two. It’s our kind of place.
The Navy owns the water. That was our theory anyway, and 90 midshipmen at the Naval Academy didn’t prove us wrong. The colder the better, apparently, as several went so far as to challenge sub-zero wind chill temperatures with shorts on, pants not necessary. That makes for some good livin’ for such a hearty crew. They took all that we gave them: telephone poles for miles, back and forths over the oh shit bridge, 200 meters of bounding bear crawls…and continual uncertainty. By the end, each of the classes, 011, 012, 013, and 014 relished the shared experiences that outsiders could not quite comprehend. And because Beaux (Challenge Cadre) couldn’t let them have all the fun, he checked out the waters himself and reported back with big smiles that the Navy could keep their cold as hell waters all to themselves. And so as we left Annapolis, now friends with some of America’s best young leaders, shared smiles and shared shivers revealed our pride in proving our original theory right.
Java’s return to Great Falls – the last time we were here, we were on the (frozen) lake and java was just a puppy. The falls are a couple miles along the tow path from the parking lot, in the MD suburbs of DC. As expected, Java was all over the place, plunging off the path into the bushes or the water, with Ashe not far behind.