Jim,
I lived aboard, too. Main job was to keep the bilges under control. I shared the upper deck bunk room with a wild kid who was the son of one of Willy (Sylvester...?!) Wilson's buddies from Global (I think). I never knew what happened to him. He was a goofball, though. Everything was connections. Manlove was a good man, Bob Schnepf was the best diver I ever met.
I pumped gas in Ballard and washed dishes at Pike St. Market on some weekends, for spending money. I speared flounder at that park not too far from the DIT compound for something to do (I used a modified ski pole I found in the trash with a nail epoxied at a back angle to hold the dumb things..... I attended on the GI bill, after Vietnam. First job was before I graduated...harvesting geod*** clams and urchins up off the San Juans. Desco rig, constant red eye, piece of junk, cold water...leaky dry suit, hoo-rah.
Bob