Back in the mid 90s, the Admiral and I were out for a Sunday drive and ended up at Port Everglades. We lived in Jupiter then. We drove around behind the parking garage, areas you can't get into since 911, and got out to walk along the bulkhead.
We saw a sub tied up and we were looking at it from about 50 feet when a young, looked like he lied about being 18, sailor carrying an M16 walked up to us. We figured we were in serious trouble for getting too close, but this young sailor very politely asked if we would like a tour of "his" boat.
We of course, jumped at the chance and it was the MIAMI. We went through the torpedo room, ward room, mess/galley and control room. It was fascinating and my Admiral still has a hard time believing that American sailors can live and work in such incredibly cramped conditions.
She has a HUGE respect for them and she is heartbroken the "our" submarine is lost, especially in such a total BS fashion. We will always have fond memories of that boat and her crew.