Badgers, Buccaneers and Bears…(Pt 1) (A North Atlantic tale from the “good ole days”)
The Playing Field In his far off conscious he heard it – the incessant ringing of the phone on the bulkhead. Not just any ring either – more like a loud clattering and right now it was the most annoying sound intruding into his world. Wearily, he rolled out of the top bunk, carefully avoiding…