I’m sure no one will believe me, so I don’t know why even I’m posting this, but:
I fucked it.
It was almost exactly a year ago. I was visiting a friend who goes to law school at UCLA. We went out to a salsa club (which is one of the few non-nerdy I do well). After dancing a bit, it told me its’ name and there was a pause, like I should be impressed, and it said, “you know, from The OC?”. And was I was like, “Yeah, I’m from Seattle.” and it laughed. So ended up going back to my friend’s apartment, drank some wine, then he took his girlfriend home, and well…
Anyway, I didn’t realize what it was until I got home and tried to look-up its number on-line.
I think I’ve still got some picture on my old cell phone. I’ll check when I get home.

@FMS-thanks for the kind words, try not to babble too much. Thought about posting the same on the CH-47 photo. Truth be known, I really did fuck it. It was from the 196th, we met at Rick’s Lounge down on Hay Street.