9 August 2005 - landfall
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We have refined landfall to a science. First, the ship
of state runs aground. Then, the lookout calls “Land ho!”
Finally, the captain orders all hands aloft to trim the
sails, because nothing is more important than to maintain
a steady course. Despite all this care, we still spend
most of our time sailing uncharted seas—just as we should.