The questions about bus trips reminded me of boot camp and the academic competition. I hated boot camp. Hated hated hated. But... it's a nostalgic memory, even though I promised myself (and Al) that it wouldn't be. I think because I survived it. I also remember the camaradarie of people in ROTC. I mean, they may not have been my bestest friends, but we were pals and we took care of our own. And it was fun to hang out with Joanna and Marina and Sheri. Oh well.
Yes, I think I was born too late. I want to be a flower-power protester child. Ah.