For my last night afloat I am in a pretty sweet location. I am the only boat tied up to the town pier (Thank you Tony and the Italian Coast Guard!). Though I am a bit of a fish in a fishbowl (many Hellos and many photos taken) it is a lovely, cool evening and life is calm and wonderful. I can hear the bugle call from the American Ship Mount Whitney bringing down the flag and I am remembering AF Basic training when I was assigned to play the damn bugle calls and bearly survived the ordeal. Who the hell would’ve thought the bugle was so tough after playing the Horn…..