I distinctly remember when Thorne came out. He and his butt buddy decided that the time was not right to sit together in church - they would just wait for the heat to die down.
Too bad, Tracey. Move to San Francisco if you don’t like it here. Better yet, try Riyadh.
A shipmate of mine was the squadron OPS Officer. In humor typical of Naval Aviation, a Marine A-6 squadron sent a dozen black roses. The card said, “Bomb a hundred bridges and no one calls you a bridge bomber. S*ck one C*ck and everyone calls you a . . . “