I crossed the equator over by the Seychelles islands north of Madagascar. It was one hell of a good time. I have pictures someplace of me yelling for Flipper, having all my clothes on inside out and backwards, ect..............
I became a shellback in 1956 aboard the USS Essex, on a trip to Sydney down under. I imagine the initiation back then was a little rougher and raunchier than what they have in these politically-correct times.
Those mid watches were killer.
I'll never forget the first mid-watch I ever stood. It was in boot-camp and naturally I went to sleep and got caught by the OOD. Spent a week or so cleaning the head. 
there was an air race in Monument Valley this weekend.
Sacrilege.....bet the Duke and Pappy are turning in their graves.
You sissies - my wife brews our morning coffee so strong you can practically stand a spoon in the cup. Wakes us up to face the day. 
P.S.
I also acquired my taste for strong coffee in the Navy. Never lost that taste, even after almost 50 years.
