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"