We all have regrets. Fortunately for the Naval Institute, mine has remained with me for many years. I say this because, were it not the case, I might not be supporting the Institute through charitable giving.
Back in the 1940s, my mother had to sign a waiver to allow my brother Len, who was underage, to enlist in the Navy. (I called him Bubby my whole life because, as a child, I couldn’t say “brother.”) Whenever Bubby arrived home between tours of duty, my parents and I would meet him at the Boston Navy Yard, and even at age four or five, I was in awe. I would wear his white sailor hat (Dixie cup) as proud as can be. I never forgot that. To this day, whenever I see someone in uniform, I stop, shake their hand, and thank them for their service.