Me, Casey Affleck and Apples

Back in late '95 I was having a couple of cold ones at Woody's L Taven in Boston. The entire bar was watching the Pats game until a couple of guys walked in with "I love NY" t-shirts. Well ... as most folks from Boston will confirm, we don't like NY, and for obvious reaons we didn't like them. Since they went out of their way to wear their NY shirts, most folks in the bar became a little more enthusiastic about the Pats and cheered louder than usual. As the night progressed the New Yorkers themselves became more vocal, and started booing anytime the Pats scored or made a nice play. One of the guys was more vocal than the others, and seemed to look my way each time he made a comment, as if to taunt me. Needless to say I don't like to be taunted, and after having a few beers myself, I got sick of his comments and walked over to his table. With my two friends behind me [as back-up], I cleverly said "so you guys are from NY". He sneered and said "yah". I then replied "you must like apples- since you come from the big apple". He said "yah, what of it". I then popped him in the jaw and said "how'd you like those apples". The entire bar cheered. Later on that night Casey Affleck [didn't know who was at the time] came up to me and said "that was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen". A couple of years later his brother [Ben Affleck] put that scene in the movie Good Will Hunting.

Believe it or not, I saw Ben Affleck at a restaurant in Miami, FL in '99. I was with a few friends and told them this story. They told me to go up to him and see what his response would be. I wen't over to his table (very approachable by the way) and told him about my encounter in the bar and that Casey was there. Ben smiled, and said in a voice loud enough for many to hear "You're suspect!" "Yeah, you" "I don't know what you're reputation is in this town, but, after the shit you tried to pull today, you can bet I'll looking into you" "Now the business we have heretofore, you can speak with my aforementioned attorney" He then smiled and said "yeah, Casey told me the story." "I had no idea how huge and memorable that scene in the movie was going to be." "Anyway-- thanks". He then told the waitress "I'm picking up this guys tab," and then left soon thereafter.

Now ... how do you like them apples!

Pick-Up Lines

These are pick-up lines that used to work back in the day.

I would go up to a woman in the bar, drop a cashew on the floor and then step on it. I would then say to the unsuspecting woman: "Baby you're so fine, you just made me bust a nut"

Your ass is like a dryer at a laundrymat... I just want to dump a load in it. :-)

This one would always work: "Your titties are like ice cream ... I just wanna lick 'em"

Hope this makes someone laugh today!

The Day John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt Was Banned

I was 11 years old the last time I heard the entire Camp sing "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt". We were in the Dining Hall during lunch, and singing songs, which was customary until Dick came out to make announcements. Of course, whenever we sang this song, one or two campers would always substitute the word Schmidt with Shit, but, no one really seemed to notice or care. This day was different, as the entire Camp [perhaps Midgets excluded] replaced Schmidt with Shit. At the time [and still now] it was freakin' hillarious, especially when we all hummed the last verse and ended the song with an enormous roar ..."SHIT". Dick, needless to say, was enraged (and justifiably so). After the midgets were escorted out of the Dining Hall, Dick let us have it, and the song was never heard again.

I want answers! and you better give 'em!!!

When I first went to camp, you could see all the way down to the bottom of the lake. Why did that change? Why did all of the names get painted-over in the cabins? ... That was a lot of history erased (shame, shame, shame). Who was Doc Simmons, and why did they name the Chapel after him? Who threw the rock that hit the lady in the head? Alright, I know the answer to this one-- do you? ;-) Does anyone find it ironic that we celebrated the Sabbath every Friday when we were going to a YMCA [young men's christian association] Camp? Was it really politically correct to call the youngest campers midgets? I think it would've been more appropriate to say "little people". What were the names of the three lovelies abandoned on camp grounds? Can you really call two piss-stained chairs, a broken window and a three-legged pool table with only 6 pool balls a lounge? [Bascomb Lounge that is]. Can anyone really rationalize why Mark wouldn't give Travis a second chance? Best unanswered question: Was Dick really Crazy Dan? If you say no -- prove it!

The best answer to all of the above questions is: WGAS-- we undeniably had good times that will last a lifetime!!

Hail Camp Frank A. Day!!! [by the way, who hell is Frank Day]

How do make a tissue dance?

Put a little boogie in it!!!!

Roller Boogie

I rember skate night at camp. It was 1979. What Kind of Fool, by Barry Gibb and Barbera Streisand was playing. The night was dark, and the spotlight shined on me as I roller skated past all the foxy chicks checking me out in my all white jump suit -- my chest hair was showing, my headband was full of sweat, and my hairdryed fro was blowing in the wind.

Damn those were good times!


Wuh?

Sailing, Takes me away to where I'm going ....

Random thoughts looming in my mind on a Friday at 4:00 p.m. --I learned how to sail at Camp! I want to going Sailing, Mark -- I want to go sailing -- I want to go sailing, Mark -- I want to go sailing.

Good Ole Friendly Dishwashin'

--- annie? .... annie? .... annnie? ..... annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnie? ... WHAT NEIL ... behind. Hey Grimesy --Dan works here now --- WE QUIT--- "WO --O---O- --O --- OH! WO --O--O -O--OH! ......LISTEN UP EVERYBODY IF YOU WANNA TAKE A CHANCE, JUST GET OFF THE FLOOR AND DO THE MIKE GRIMES DANCE ---HANGIN' TOUGH --ERRRRRRRRRRUH!!!

Great times at the Cape!

In the immortal words of BAMF "yah right, I'm worried, I just don't want the riffs comin' down on my head" ----Reluctant Captain "they're looking for us REMMMMMMMMMMMMMEMBER! -- "FOR WHAT?" C


What does this have to do with camp? WGAS! I don't!!!!

Bays

Smooth

I recall an evening at the pits where we scored a bottle of chocolate something or another. Three of us made it to the pits earlier than the fourth friend. Call it greed, call assinine, call it as you will -- we opted to drink that chocolate liquor [or most of it] prior to the fourth person showing up. Not too sure if he got it for us, but, if he did -- sucked to be him [and that would make us jerks { not the first time nor the last} but -- anywho, with much haste we filled the chocolate liquor bottle with soda -- and passed it to our fourth buddy when he arrived. He took huge gulps continuing to state how smooth it was. After several bouts of almost crapping our pants [trying to prevent ourselves from laughing] we finally told him what we did. Surprisingly enough, he was cool about it.

Anyway, that night was better than the night we mixed Jack Daniels with McDonald Chocolate Shakes-- Thanks Goldie

Hey reluctant-- remember when we went to the movies on the dayoff? Something about taking someone's schwib? -- You can tell that story!

Shampoo

The smell of Prell and Agree shampoos remind me of camp -especially during camp dances. It's funny how the friday night dances were such a big deal back then. The guys would all have well groomed har -- still wet hair from taking showers, and the girls were always dolled up more than usual -- with the smell of aquanet hairspray . . . . . . .

Good times!

The Two Minute Two Liter

Ok, bamf eluded to another story in a previous post that I think deserves its own light. This happened at the same Jellystone park area, on a junior unit camp outing. I never really understood why we packed up the entire unit just to go 5 miles away and camp in the woods when we already were "in the woods" at camp. Anyway, at the infamous Jellystone, there was a little store at the entrance of the park. They sold various camping items, among other things, including beer and wine. On a dare, I walked right through the front door, grabbed a 2-liter bottle of some wine cooler and brought it up to the counter. I made some small talk with the cashier and all of a sudden, I was walking out with a fresh bottle of tasty adult beverage. At the time, I was so nervous, I didn't even realize what I was doing until I was outside.

When I finally got back to where my two friends were standing, they had a look of disappointment on their faces because they thought I had chickened out. When I pulled that 2-liter out of the brown bag that the cashier stuffed it in, their faces lit up like it was Christmas. The three of us finished that entire bottle of horribly tasting wine cooler in under 2 minutes. I wonder if the store clerk knew I was in high school... either way, that was one dare that was paid in full.

The Code

LRIG TAF -- YOB TAF these two code words said it all. We always found creative ways to say what was on our minds, without anyone knowing what we were talking about. As fate would have it, one of the code words pertains to me now [true dat------ true dat]

End of an Era

The year after we stopped going to camp Dick started a new rule preventing CITs and JCs from going out at a night. Weird thing was he didn't grandfather-in the JCs [who were CITs, and able to go out the year before] -- One word ----- "Amy" -- which may be why were weren't allowed back either (?) and that's all I got to say about that!

OH AND BY THE WAY -- SHE WAS DRINKING BEERS THAT NIGHT WHEN MISS REARDON GOT BOOTED-- I KNOW IT, SHE KNOWS IT, YOU KNOW IT, DICK KNOWS IT -- NOW EVERYBODY KNOWS IT (hi Sonya --- now you know it too!!!!)

That's right I said it --WGAS? I don't!!!!

Sure

One day Jen Dublirer asked me to do some random thing. My response was "sure" (and I really intended to do what every it was she asked me to do). She accepted my response as a sarcastic "no", and from that day on -- for at least that summer -- everyone who didn't want to do the act they were requested to do would say "sure"

Bet many didn't know that!

hehe, good fight.

One day, we were walking from the junior unit to the dining hall. I think it was around lunch time. As usual, our cabins were late getting up the hill. As we were walking up, a few kids were hanging back and you could tell something was about to happen.

As we moved closer to the group you could see two kids grappling in the dirt. It looked like a play fight, but after a couple seconds it started to get serious. These two kids were at each others throats almost every day and they finally came to blows.

Initially, my first reaction was to stop it, but then we just kind of waited. It was like a hockey fight, they just smacked each other around for about three minutes and got so tired they could hardly move. I think that was the best thing we could have done for those two kids, even though it kind of sounds harsh. They never fought again that summer - at least, as far as I know.

After, we went to lunch and everyone was like: "hehe, good fight."

Ice Cream

I remember when some punk, at Jelly Stone Park, pushed ice cream in Laura Stern's face. The kids came running up -- and like family -- we handled the situation. "Drop down and do ten push-ups" -- "one --- one --- one-- two --- one --- one ......." Of course we had to celebrate with a 2 liter bottle of wine coolers -- thanks cappy!!!!

Smokin' Butts

Smokin' butts, chewing dip, smokin' stogies --- just as arbitrary as eating caramels -- or drinking beers --which we did at Bascom Lounge --- mo fos!!!! How do you like THEM apples Dicky poo!


Famous phone Call:

"Cork? "What! ..... Who's this" "Fritzy" "Who? "Fritzy" "Who the fuck is Fritzy" "It's Tom" "Tom who" "Tom Fitzgerald" "It's one o'clock in the morning Tom Fitzgerald-- what the fuck do you want? -- better still, just call Dan" -- click


No so famous phone call:

"hello. Andrea? -- I was wondering ..... have you seen Dan?"

Where's Goldie

Where's the guy that used to stay up all night with us, the night before the beach, so we could sleep all day on the beach? Where's the guy that drank a warm beer with us, from the old blue station wagon in the parking lot- on that beach we slept on all day? Where's the guy that spyed a camper, likely drinking a cold beer, in the dunes with us on that beach? Where's the only other guy that know can decipher the meaning of brown M&Ms versus Skittles? Where's our old pal Goldie?

Reality? What?

You know, when I was at camp, I enjoyed it fully. I mean, we bent some rules and broke others, but when it came down to whether or not the campers had a good time, we always had fun. It was such a small amount of people that became so close in such a short period of time. It's not really like "real life."

I don't know, maybe there should be more to life than just doing what is necessary. When I think of sitting around a camp fire or playing a game of Yoshi, I remember feeling as though there were possibilities. Maybe this has nothing to do with camp whatsoever. But, I get the feeling, now after being a professional for quite some time, that there is something missing. I didn't have that feeling back at camp. What's missing? What makes "real life" so different?

I'm not really sure what kind of post this is to tell you the truth. I just think that there has got to be more to life than sitting at a desk, typing things in to a computer all day. Thoughts?

Camp Frank A. Day Rap

"I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe, if your girl steps up I'm smakin' the ho!"

Word -- beeeeeeyotch! "git git"

Friendly's

Just went to a Friendly's and remembered Ben Korman sticking two packs of camel unfiltered cigarettes in his mouth. Why? Why not? Of course nothing beat a Fribble and playing a round of Smash TV.

I recall a bunch of us hanging out in front Friendly's (maybe McDonald's) attempting to be Tom Cruise in the movie Top Gun. We would take turns singing "you've lost that loving feeling" to women walking in -- Of course it never worked -- ... shoot -- we wouldn't have known what to do if it had! As Roscoe in Dukes of Hazard would say "git git"