Sounds of the sea
As the afternoon wore on, the campus started looking hazy. Was it the
grills cooking all those burgers? When Moe talked, there was steam
coming from his mouth, even though it was in the 70's. A fog bank was
rolling in, so that by bed time (8pm) we were wrapped in cotton.
That night I slept on the Enterprise, a ship at the Mass Maratime
Academy, in one of many bunk-rooms. 39 of us shared the evening,
triple stacked in coffin-sized bunks. They were so tight that most
guys slept on their back, resulting in a Snore-a-palooza.