I do indeed remember the desk. In fact, somewhere in the boxes of memorabilia I have, is a roll of sound film (8mm Ektasound for those that remember) of you, I, Bob Henshaw, and Gary Peterson (rest his soul) on that morning that GPW became MCPO of PACSOSUS. He walked into his office to find Dan sitting behind the Commodore's Desk and the Commodore on the intercom telling him to Report to his office immediately. What a hoot! I'm sure George has told the story before but it was a unique event...
Somewhere in the bowels of my treasures, I have some still photos. I came across them about a year ago. When I find them again, I will post them. The look on my face as I entered the office is priceless. When I caught sight of DD sitting at the Commodore's desk (feet propped up), my jaw bounced off the deck. While my mind was processing what I was seeing, the Commodore's voice came over the intercom asking that I report to his office. He didn't sound happy.
On my way down that long pasageway, I knew one thing for certain. DD was in fact sitting at the Commodore's desk, and the desk was the length of the building from where it belonged. Entering the Commodore's office, my first glance was of the Commodore hunched over a small typing table which was crowded with his "desk stuff". He invited me to sit at the chair alongside the typing table. After some anxious moments, I caught a glimpse of a slight grin that the Commodore was trying to fight back. Blood started flowing again.
This is the best practical joke I have ever witnessed. I am still amazed that DD pulled it off.
By the way DD - do you recall the night that you, Bill Polk and I had a seafood dinner in Coos Bay? To refresh your memory, Bill had trout.
