Welcome home, sailor! Yer an old salt now, y'are. Aye, and tougher than ya was. Still got yer rolling gait? Holding on to the bunk when you fall asleep? Waiting for the dishes to go sliding along the galley table?

No? It's just me then?

One semester at college I had a class that took us out onto the Chesapeake Bay every week. Starting in February. With chop that hit about 5 feet.

I love a rainy day at sea!