is Bear Mountain.

The threat of foot-high snowfall did not deter our

steady hands as our caisson rolled

toward the West Point Academy.

Surely in this isolated outpost the troops would

welcome us like a Bob Hope and Lauren Bacall USO tour.

We loaded into Ike's Cafe

and prepared ourselves for the onslaught

of testosterone hyped cadets.

Alas, the busload of college girls

that would serve as bait to the boys in grey

never arrived.

Too much snow and the buses wouldn't roll.

We played out our time to a modest collection of revelers

Who made a dreadlock sandwich out of Henry.

Mike even turned coat and