It Looked Better On Paper
There is something interesting, something magical, that happens when you lead a group of men in the Gloom, but more on that later.
My oh my, what an honor to VQ today. After a pledge of allegiance, 18 PAX moseyed up to the large pickle. Nature Boy, my trusty fall back in case I faltered in my inaugural Q, reminded me of the definition of Mosey. It is indeed not a saunter, and most definitely not a sprint.
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