On our way around from Bremerton to home port of Norfolk, we stopped in New Orleans for liberty.  As a seasoned visitor of New Orleans, 5 or 6 shipmates trusted me to lead them to the 'best places' there.  Pat O'Brien's, the Jazz Hall, we hit the places that made New Orleans famous.  We ended up at a place called Your Father's Moustache.  Their claim to fame was the cheezy fake hair, clip to your nose, thick moustaches they sold at the bar.

It was getting late, so we grabbed a cab that got us to the dock just in time.  We were all alittle drunk (imagine that), I led the group up the gangway.  I clipped this moustache to the bottom of my nose, saluted the flag and the OOD, and asked permission to come aboard.  After a few words to me about my intelligence, he granted me permission.  The guy behind me asked for the moustache, so I handed it to him, he clipped it on, saluted, and the moustache was passed down the line to all 5 or 6 of us.  I don't remember all of those involved, but I think one was EM3 Brian McGann of E Division.   He broke his Hurricane glass on the ladder coming aboard, after protecting it all night.  The rest, sorry to say, are a blurry memory. 

Earl Boutell,  EN3, A Division