Commander's Camera

Today I got to hang out of a helicopter while we flew abover Germany, snapping pictures with the commanders camera. Good, very good news for me. It was exciting, but pales in comparison to the way my heart jumps with excitement when I see this:



Some things I knew would get out of control when I left San Marcos for Europe (the status of my jeep, depression amongst the student body, rumors galore) but Dan's hair has really surprised me. I know there are still two slots for the Seven Wonders of San Marcos, and I think he's headed straigth for the top. If he can keep his end of this bargain (from Tuesday)...

Dear Dan,

So, here's what I was thinking. We should create a pact. Well,
something like that. Here's the deal: You keep growing your hair
until I get back. No matter what! Don't let scissor touch curl. I,
for you, will protect our country abroad. And I will remain loyal to
our friendship. No cheating. We will be... Exclusive, capitol E. It means a lot to me. I don't want to cut it when I get back in December like that Gusher or Tucker guy (What WAS his name?) but rather just be happy. Real happy. Dare I say, finally happy. Please Dan, do it for me. Do it for your country. Do it for, the absurd.