We went directly to the bar. (Isn't that what they do at conventions?) Anyway, my dad introduces me to this gentleman who says "Really happy to meet you son, I'll buy a drink for a serviceman any time." That was when JIMMY HOFFA bought me a drink. May have been the last time he was seen alive...I don't know.
That weekend turned out to be the greatest of my life. The blind date ended up being my future wife and we've been happily married now for over 36 years.
On numerous occasions we would drive to the New York border cities because the drinking age in New York was only 18 where in Connecticut it was 21. Rye and the other small city New York police forces got sick and tired of seeing us. Of course I was the one that never got caught. Besides that I turned 21 while I was there and really didn't have to worry about going to New York.
I had my first auto accident while driving the streets of New Haven during a snow storm. Total accumulation was twelve inches of snow and a bunch of the guys piled into the car loaded with snow balls. I had several piled next to me while I was driving and one great shot knocked a guys hat off. I was laughing so hard I wasn't watching where I was going and hit a telephone pole. Seems that guy had the last laugh.
In West Haven, down the highway a couple of miles, I had my first McDonalds hamburger (actually a cheeseburger). In those days you could get a cheeseburger, french fries and a coca-cola and get change for your buck. It's possible that it was two cheeseburgers but I don't want to stretch the truth too much.
Immediately following the graduation ceremony it was time for a double celebration. Promotion to my second stripe and then a new assignment to GOODFELLOW Air Force Base in San Angelo, Texas where it was time to adapt my new skill to Air Force use.