Took the monkeys on an overnighter with the Cub Scouts. We spent the night on the USS Hornet, which is now a museum in Alameda, CA.
What a great way to get to know some history. It was our fourth trip to the Hornet- and I am looking foreword to next year already. Not that I get any sleep, but I am basically a 10 yr old with a checking account, so when we get to go do these kinds of things I get excited.
They have a rule on the ship- no running, shoving, or horseplay. If you get caught, then you have to do 2 push ups. Second offense, 4 pushups, etc. The twins got up to 6 push ups. Suffice to say, they don't learn quickly.
We slept in bunks like they did when the ship was active duty. I was up top because there was a bit more headroom, but that isn't saying much. The hooligans were stowed below. We stayed up till midnight to hear the ghost stories. It turns out that the Hornet is the third most haunted place in the country: Alcatraz, New Orleans, then the Hornet. Creepy.
The quote of the day came when we were discussing the "Special Weapons" area of the ship. The Hornet was one of the first to carry nukes, and they had a special area to deal with them. The docent explained that the area was closed off, and that the weapons had been removed. Joe piped in " where'd they take them? Can we go get them?" OF course not son. Then the best line " so where could a 9 year old boy get some if he wanted them, hypothetically?"
The docent gave me a look of pity. "You can't get them. Besides, your father wouldn't want you to have them." "oh, don't worry...we won't tell him. He can get his own."
North Korea, Iran, and now my house. Yay for me.
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