Pampanito

I've slept aboard a couple times, thanks to Scouting. Bay waters whisper against the hull, and Bay mist and diesel fumes drift about. A ghostly light from the City's distant nightlife comes down through the fog. Boys run and play and parent chaperones snore. Blood in hair is not uncommon, the hatches being short and rimmed with steel edges. The parent who's still mostly a kid wanders through taking pictures incessantly, imagination all ahead full. It is extraordinarily tight quarters.

A sweet story about a man who got to see it again: Aussie comes to S.F. to see sub that saved him.

U.S.S. Pampanito -- Pix I've taken over the years: