Ron Smolinski’s nattily decorated stateroom.  Ron had been on the ship quite a while, and he’d made himself quite comfortable.  The man had style.  We often sat in this room and dreamed of lives beyond TAGS.  One dream that Ron shared with me was the one that involved flying to Hong Kong, buying a sleek, teak Cheoy Lee sailboat, and sailing it back across the Pacific to CONUS.  By the time Ron left the ship, Cheoy Lee’s had gone up in price so much, that the dream became impractical.  They’re no longer made, but they’re still incredibly beautiful boats.  Ron ended up getting married, and I ended up in Germany.  Neither situation had much room for a massively expensive, teak mistress.