When you left CIC via the aft hatch, you went down a passageway that ended up at a hatch that led to the port side weather deck on the O1 level. On the way there you passed the Sonar room, a head, an office space used by the Quartermasters and a compartment we called the “Lisco Locker”. I think it got the name because RD3 Ken Lisco was assigned a collateral duty to take care of in there. The space had several file cabinets in there as well as a tall metal cabinet with supplies stored in it. On that same wall as that cabinet there was a metal wall cubby hole system. People kept personal gear in there like books, magazines, toys, food etc. I’m guessing this room was approximately 10×16 feet.
Sometime before our first Westpac I was assigned the collateral duty of the ships Secret Control Librarian. In the Lisco Locker was a refrigerator sized steel safe with a combination lock where I was to keep all secret documents and publications for the ship. When someone (usually an officer) needed something from there they would have to check it out, so it’s location could be tracked. I kept a card file in the safe for my check-in/check-out system. Often I would receive errata and addendum’s to documents that needed to be made from various government and military agencies. I had to effect these changes usually by just cutting out the new information with scissors and taping or pasting at the proper place in the original document. Sometimes it was as simple as an updated frequency range for a Chinese radar system or it may be a series of fuzzy black and white Soviet submarine photos furnished by CIA or other international or NATO organizations. There was a lot of interesting reading on a mid-watch or sleepless night. This safe is where I also stowed my cache of crackers, canned meat, cheeses, candy, etc. Just about the safest place on board!
This room also had a workbench along one end of it where we had a stereo system and speakers mounted above it. I remember taking a couple of naps on that workbench. Between the first and second Westpac cruise, the radar gang pitched in and bought a small refrigerator that just fit at the end of the workbench. We kept it crammed with soft drinks. Sometimes when on watch, you would leave CIC to go get something from the Lisco Locker, walk in, flip on the lights and there would be someone napping with the stereo blasting Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin or something. Other times it was a place to write letters, read or just to “shoot the shit” with someone. Sort of a radarman’s private lounge, nice.