The
shipyard asteroid base had a large civilian area. I went to the mall
and window shopped for a while. I ended my day sitting in a casual
bar. A pretty good house band was playing and I enjoyed their music.
A nice looking man sat down next to me. I looked closer at him and
saw that he was the bands main singer. “Did you enjoy our music?”
Telling him I did, he relaxed. “What's your bands name? I came in
too late to catch that part.” “We call ourselves the Cavaliers.”
“Where are you from?” Saying he was from Hong Kong, we sat and
talked a bit. It was nice to talk to someone non-military about
regular things. His band mates came up from time to time to introduce
themselves and get drinks. They all had very strange musician names
like: Pinky, Rawhide, and Perfect Tom. My new friend said his name
was Buck. After a little while I excused myself and got up to leave.
As I left, I turned to the group and said “ Nice talking with you,
I'll come back another time, maybe you should change the name of your
band to the Hong Kong Cavaliers. It has a better ring to it.”
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