The Jaws Of Defeat
They say an adventure is a well planned trip gone awry -- what the hell is it when a piss-poorly planned trip goes to hell? It seemed so easy in "Into The Wild": get on the train, and wait for it to take me places. I decided to give it a try with a week of reading period and less than scholarly study habits, and packed my bag for some semblance of a backpacking trip. A little bit of research seemed to show that the westbound tracks led to Chicago, or at least Cleveland, or failing all else Buffalo, and…