One night in Bascom, we were sitting on the old grungy chairs out on the porch, smoking cigars and having our usual nightly conversation about the camp and other things. It was particularly late and everyone was really tired.
That and the fact that we had all just returned from the "Pits," and we were pretty drunk. I think it was one of the days before camp started, during work-week. The conversation was good for about an hour but then it got a little sparse and we were all just, sort-of, sitting there, watching the little waves on the lake bump a buoy on the T-dock. Before I knew it, I dozed off for a minute.
When I woke up, the chair next to me was on fire and my friend in it was asleep. I looked around for a fire extinguisher, but back in the day, there were none of those around readily. So, I pulled my sleeve over my hand and patted the fire out. It wasn't that big, just a couple of flames on the side of an old easy chair, but I put that fire out. I saved Bascom.
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Another example of the dangers of unconscious inebriated under aged drinking. And most likely the cause was smoking, a banned activity on camp grounds…not to speak of the intoxication!
All of us here in the glass house wag our finger at you!!!
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