Keith Taylor, CTR1 USN, 1947-1952

I joined in mid-summer of 1947.  Took a  train from South Bend Indiana to 
Chicago, then to the Chicago recruiting station  where we filled out forms and 
got our service number, later replaced by a six  digit file number then 
replaced again by my SSN.  If you see anybody with  the old seven digit number 
which started with 301 or 302, and later problem by  303 et seq. that guy came 
through the Chicago recruiting station. 

The  night before reporting to the Recruiting station the Navy put me up in a 
YMCA  somewhere.  There I met an old salt, and a vet of WWII.  Naturally I was 
all ears.  I knew folks could strike for a particular rating so I asked this 
old salt what would be a good job.  He told me he had the best job in  the 
world.  He was a cook.  

While at Glakes a detailer asked  me what I wanted to be.  I told him a cook. 
 He gave me that I N T  test and sent me to radio school at Norfolk, then they 
took the top code guys  and sent us to Bainbridge Island. 

I wonder how many people I might have  poisoned if I'd become a cook?  

I think the most important thing I  learned in boot came was the many 
variations of the vernacular word for sexual  intercourse.   Perhaps the best 
usage was the variation that ended in  Johnny Tweet.  Still working on that. 

Dipsey Dumpster