So I went to Carowinds this weekend with B., A., Em, and Em's father. We had a good time, but it was kind of annoying getting into the Park. There was a row of metal detectors before the security gate, and B. had his Swiss-Army knife taken to storage. Now, I ask you--who feels safer because B. didn't have his pocket knife?
Em summed up our general feeling with a single quip: "Freedom has a price: and that price is less freedom!"
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