We were at Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco and Dave just had to go on a tour of this submarine they got tied up at on of the docks there. So we pay our money and climb down into this boat. Uh-oh, small problem. I'm wearing a Colt 45 in a nylon hideout holster strapped over my right hip pocket, and I got an Army field jacket over that. Every time I stoop over to crawl through one of the hatches, my field jacket would ride up, showing off that 45 to the tourista behind me. I did the entire tour walking backwards.