You know that scene from every boot camp movie? You know, the one where the recruits are blasted awake in what still seems to be the night?
Yeah.
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- And I Almost Forgot Our New Best Friend
- The Home Stretch
- A Modest Proposition
- "Where the Buffalo Roam," or "Four Feet From My Hu...
- Like a Beacon in the Great Plains
- Thanksgiving Break
- International Efficiency Day
- Just Like They Drew it Up
- We Don't Make the States, We Just Walk in Them (an...
- Fontainebleau Ramblings
- The Pack Loses a Top Dog and Other Notes
- Yeah, We Own the Night
- Satiated and Conversated in the Tar Heel State
- Retracing Confederate Steps, or "Why it Pays to Ha...
- Thoughts on Our First Full Day
- Our Henge is Also Stone
- From a Reader
- Just Another Day at the Office
- Reveille
- Mainely New Hampshire Indeed
- Going Local
- The Basic Route
- Accelerate the Cure - How to Help
- Wanderlusting the Impossible
- Day -9. Or -8. Something like that.
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- Cambridge Chronicle
- York News-Times (Nebraska)
- New Canaan Advertiser
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