“I was standing on the deck of the USS Blue, a destroyer. We were all alone out there at this buoy, tied up.”

After the atomic bombs were dropped, the war ended and we went into Tokyo Bay with the rest of the fleet, the Missouri and the rest of them, while they signed the terms of surrender that ended the war.

All we had aboard the ship that morning was one Annapolis graduate and three reserves.

I’d get a shell, they weighed about 80 pounds I think, but when I was 19 or 20 that was nothing. I’d take a shell and a bag of powder, I’d put it in the hoist and then I would send it up to the gun.

The gunner’s mate came up and started breaking the locks on the ammunition. Everything was locked up for fear that someone might go in there with a cigarette or something.

I was 20 years old at Pearl Harbor. I was in the Navy about a year and four months before the war.

Everything was black in the harbor, but there were still some fires burning on the ships.

You color my world even when I’m feeling blue.

I know a lot of people look up to the sky to talk to God, but not me. I am searching for my pieces in the blue ocean above the mountains.

My soul bleeds poetry, dipped in blue scented lies.

Love so deep like the blue sea. 

My baby lives in shades of blue, blue eyes and jazz and attitude.

The best combo – white top & blue jeans.

Pink makes me happy when I’m blue.

My fans are like my glasses. Without them I’d be blurry.