I can't remember if I've posted these before, but they amuse me so I'm posting them again. I joined the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve in 1987, the year I graduated with my Bachelor of Music. It seemed to me like a good place to play clarinet and get paid to do so. I had a ton of fun and never really thought much about the possibility that I might get shipped off to war somewhere! Ah, youth...
I found these pics the other day and they brought back some memories.
Here I am in my dress blues in 1988, with my trusty dog Chelsea. I have no dea why I didn't put on shoes for this photo. Not long after this, the Navy got rid of those stupid necktabs for women and I learned to tie a Windsor knot.
Chelsea lived to 15-1/2 and was my heart dog. I adopted her as a puppy from the Pickering-Ajax-Whitby animal shelter and she was my loyal friend through thick and thin.
In 1989, I spent a lot of time playing gigs with our Naval Reserve jazz band, and the combo a few of us had put together. Although I'm a clarinetist, I am proficient on saxophone. That's my and my alto sax, second from the left in the front row.
Gordon is the one who taught me to shine my shoes for Navy. I used to keep them looking very nice!