It started well when the location was announced as the Naval Observatory. Not just a fine and historic setting but also the official residence of the Vice President! Then it started to go badly when we got to the gate and I was informed that, due to my foreign status, I needed a escort. OK, I thought. I guess it'll be nice to parade in with a military entourage befitting my rank (Corporal, school cadet force). But no, I just had to wait for Amanda to turn up and vouch for me. If all they needed was a US citizen I should have shown them Pete.
Once inside we mingled with the great and good of the navy, perusing the display cabinets that included the medals won for discovering the moons of Mars and several displays about time. It seems that time is important for navigation or something, and the Observatory sets it for GPS everywhere. Yes, your phone can tell you where to go because Jack allows it! I thought the only time that mattered aboard ship was when the sun was above the yardarm and you could enjoy the first rum of the day, but no.
Jack's brother, a battalion officer himself, conducted the ceremony, which included unpinning of previous rank (Lieutenant Commander) and pinning on of new one (Commander - like James Bond). Then there were drinks - of course - in the Observatory lobby, and then more drinks in an Irish pub in town. I stumbled away before more drinks at their house began.
So congratulations Jack! With Murnanes and Muckers in the military I can sleep soundly in my bed at night. I think. Anyway, Jack's next post might be here in DC still, or in Mississippi, or in Hawaii. Perhaps I'll put in a call to the Secretary of Defense to make sure they send him to the right place. Cheap holidays and lava flows anyone?
Jack takes his new authority for a spin...with mixed results.
The rather fine setting.
There are some very important people here. Besides me.
Big brother Mike flew in to make sure his little brother behaved.
Afterwards, Pete grabbed the chance to catch up on astronomical research.
Some naval equipment. I believe they have newer ones.
OK, now this is a job I could do! Just add a "Wasting" to the end of that title.
Um...Canadian beer gets in unhindered but a Brit needs to be escorted?!
The most powerful person in the room wasn't actually wearing a uniform. Yet (help us!)
