One day, we woke up, drove to the airport, hung out, maybe got lucky and scarfed some coffee and stale donuts in the crew lounge, got on a plane and flew to Yap, way out in the middle of absolutely nowhere, but there we were, at their bank of stone money. I remember the trip as being quite positive. We got to see and experience new places, meet new people, and play music. Well, we were playing the "shitty ditties", a.k.a. "bag band" stuff, but what the hell; we had fun, and they enjoyed it, which is the point of it. We had a cat in the band, Hammerhead, who used to take off his socks and shoes, then play his trombone with his toe; he was pretty good with it, and while the Admiral was pointedly unimpressed, the rest of the band enthusiastically loved it!