Bullshit! Of course the sailors went ashore and took everything they could get (including the diseases).
So far as I know, my mother was never dissatified with us. Rather proud, in fact, because we did well in classes and in extracurricular activities, like the marching band at football games. Membership in several school clubs, too. Even in college, I played in one of the best bands in the country. Membership was by tryout, and truth to tell, I was surprised to get into it.
"In those days" there weren't nearly the opportunities to go wild as kids nowadays have. No kid got a car for a graduation present from high school. Drive-in restaurants and movie theaters were just becoming popular. I'm sure there were kids who got all the sex they could, too. In fact, in the high school I graduated from, several classmate girls were already pregnant. But sex wasn't the open and public thing it now is.
Even the whole time I was in the Navy, and the ten years in industry between that and going into the Civil Service, the military never had a drug problem. I encountered that when I went back to court work.
I'm sure there were drug addicts back then, too, but to my knowledge (limited) there weren't so many artificial drugs available. Marijuana and cocaine were about the list. An Army drug chief told me that if I wanted to see something, I should go to a particular place in Amsterdam (I forget the name). He said that if I went up to the second floor, I'd see a drug market with more varieties than you could imagine.
Kids also get much higher pocket money than we did. We didn't have so many options.
Prices were much lower, then, too. I remember when going to the candy store with a nickel involved a good deal of choice. Things were two for a penny, three for a penny, etc. Chocolate bars may not have had much of a price raise, but they're a lot smaller now.
We didn't have to drive into town and raise hell to have an enjoyable evening. Sitting in front of the fireplace toasting marshmallows was a lot of fun. So was working picture puzzles. We had some laid out on plywood bases, not the cheap cardboard you now see. They were a lot of fun, and even today I lay out a puzzle from time to time and work on it.
My mother was the family expert in playing jacks, and I still have a jacks set.
It wasn't necessary to have all the trendy clothes, makeup, albums, etc.
So yes, things were tamer in those days; not half so wild as now. We didn't have "Spring Week" in Florida, either, where all hell breaks loose. You're probably in a much better postion to describe that. All I see is the criminal reports.
Youre also confusing education with wisdom.
Flap in, squawk, flap out.
Perhaps not, but more correlated seem to be youth and brashness.
And just what are those two posts supposed to mean?
I hope I never have a personality like yours! I just don't have any urge to come up on the internet and make fun of or insult others. However, that seems to be the local language here, and I've never been content with it, even when I've used that method.
I'm reaonably sure that I'm many years older than you are; I know for sure that I'm more than twice WW's age, so I really don't think I need lectures from your kind of people. I was raised in a different era, with different mores, and frankly I don't consider this modern world as any improvement.
I may have a distorted image of Turkey, but it seems to me that much of the land surface is agricultural, so it would seem to me that in those areas the standard of living would be quite different from the big cities. It is less likely that they could afford the higher premiums, if there weren't some kind of modulation.
The US social security program is much the same way. It's intended to supplement income, not replace it.
"Try the compulsory earthquake insurance like Turkey."
I hadn't known of that, but it seems like a good idea. But what about the insurance premiums? They must be horrendous in earthquake-prone areas. I do know that home insurance fees are much higher in the quake zones in California.
Naturally my knowledge of your yachting life was unknown to me. At least you show signs of knowing how I feel, which is more than I can say for others here.
I've never been close to the yachting class of society, but as the saying goes, "Whether you're rich or poor, it's nice to have money".
The best I've seen in this line came from Pete Sampras when he was asked about his amassed wealth:
"Well, it's nice to be able to go into a restaurant and not have to worry about the prices, but that's not why I play tennis".
I knew a young Texan once, who came from a wealthy family and was used to that kind of life. I'd get postcards from him for nearly all the exotic places, but he wondered why he was unhappy. He got very upset with me when I told him that the hedonistic life style seldom brings happiness. Look at the St. Tropez gang. They change partners like other people change underwear. They seem completely unable to sustain a relationship. They marry in the fire of passion, and then when the passion goes out of it and it becomes routine, especially with children, they simply divorce and try to find another partner, and the cycle repeats.
As Viking has pointed out, a relationship requires commitment as well as love. Not ever having married is bad enough, but it's worse to have a broken marriage.
"That doesn't sound like a very nice resting place to me but again, who am I to judge you and your last wishes?"
Looking at it pragmatically, does it really matter where your body rots? You landlubbers never will properly appreciate a sailor's love of the sea. Most tourists on cruises miss it entirely. To them it's all just water. To someone who spends years at sea, it's almost a living thing, with every day's beauty being something different. Nothing I've ever seen beats a beautiful sunrise or sunset seen from a 360° angle. One of the most beautiful things in this world is the algae in the Gulf Stream, which at night glow with a lovely light blue color as the ship's propellers stir the water up. Similar to blue-colored fireflies. You get a trail of blue-glowing water out behind the ship as you cross this current. Nothing matches it.
Even when I got out of the Navy, I had an apartment overlooking the LA harbor, where I could read the signal flags on the ships and/or walk the breakwater out to the lighthouse. It gets ingrained into you.
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