Since so many people forgot to ask, I'll tell the "No legs in Key West" story. When I was first stationed at Homestead AFB in 1976, I lived in a dormitory. After working a 3-11pm shift, I was hanging out in the TV/day room of the dorm when Sgt. Case stopped by. I think his first name was William and we worked together. Anyway, I must have been the least objectionable (or only) person in the room because he tossed me a motorcycle helmet and said lets go. He was going out for a ride and wanted company. So I jump on the back of his bike and off we go out the west gate towards US 1. When we start getting close he yells "which way should we go?" I replied most decisively "Whichever way the guy in front of us is going". So the guy turns left and so do we, now heading south on 1. When you start at the bottom of the state and go south, you find yourself in the keys within minutes. So like a couple of fools with nowhere to go, naturally we didn't stop until the road ended. By now it is the middle of the night, everything is closed, and we are tired. Bill thought it would be cool to sleep on the beach, and did. I, on the other hand, being a city boy, feared getting hassled by the cops, and/or eaten by sandfleas. So I draped myself across the motorcycle with my legs hanging over the turn signal pegs and my head & shoulders up on the handlebars. Sure enough, I eventually lost circulation to both my legs below the knees. When I woke up around sunrise and starting moving, SLAM! I'm on the ground, and my legs don't work!!

I did a quick survey to find out what else didn't work while I started to panic. After 20 seconds or so I was talking to God. Please let me walk again, why me?, are you even listening? sort of talk. Hey, maybe being Baptized and Confirmed may have been a good move. A few moments later I realize my legs are STILL NOT MOVING!!! Oh Lord, what have I done? Jesus Christ, I'm only twenty. Now I hit the promise level where I begged and pleaded. I have long forgotten all of the promises I made that morning as I flopped around on the pavement. But I was; promising everything! For the next minute or two I was forfeiting my future to get my legs back. About the time I realize that there is NOBODY in sight that can help me, I start feeling the needles. Thank you God, I can feel my legs again. Whew...thanks...but...ouch, is it supposed to hurt? Hey, ow, hurting bad now. OUCH... Come on, that is painful!! Hey God, can we re-negotiate the feeling part? (Be very careful what you ask for). I can tell you that the "pins & needles" feeling you get when a limb "wakes up" can get extremely intense before it ebbs, and downright hurts when the limb has been inactive for a good while. As I'm laying there recovering from the worst kind of leg sensations, I finally figured out what had happened. I then promised MYSELF to never sleep on a motorcycle ever again. When I finally recovered I limped over and woke the sarge, we had breakfast, and rode back to the base. I've been back to Key West a couple of times since, once on official Air Force business, but have never again stayed overnight anywhere in the keys.