Aaah, glorious Philmont. DC 10s, midnight bus rides, long trains to nowhere. On the way home from Santa Fe to Chicago, hang out in the bar car. Watch as your friends (Phid, Bagman and every other horny dork at the table) hit on a little blond girl nicknamed “Ducky” Karma: What’s really scary? That you remember […]Read more "The Philmont Challenge (It Just Doesn’t Matter)"