Fro00oot L0o0ops

We quested bravely to Dorchester, via thousands of recursively
embedded loops. LISP puns abound.

The golden pear, our mission objective, was all that we might have
asked. It rang like a gong! LD50 provided groove, and we achieved
all meaningful SCUL objectives. 3 pilots burned up swiftly after
launch, but the remaining doughty 7 rocked hard. The food was out of
control this night.

At Dorchester we represented mightily. Somerville was in the house!
The name of SCUL is known far and wide. We cruised along the shore
at/near Harbor Point Park, and found it to be ideal chopper territory.
Nearly deserted, beautiful streetscapes and harbor views, friendly
locals, plenty o'waterfront.

Our return took us through logarithmic and loxodromic spirals
culminating at Harvard Yard, where a local known as Rafi instructed us
in the sacred rites of the local deities. We performed 1 of the 3
rituals required of Harvard graduates, with verve and groove.

Love to all, Peace out, SCUL