Halloween Haze
Halloween Haze By Bill Hart My friend Dennis Holt and I stood at the edge of the forest that ran along the northern edge of the campus. The sun was low in the sky and would clearly set within the hour. "This is as far as I can go, Todd," said Dennis. "From this point on you either sink or swim all on your own." "Don't sweat it, Dennis," I replied with a wide smile. "This is so simple that I'm surprised the guys in the frat even bother to call it an initiation." "Just be...