I am a little kid.  This really hasn't changed since I went to camp the first time; I raced a friend of mine down duelling elevators yesterday, and yes, we were both in suits and at last check we were still arguing about who won.

This argument is nearly as profound as the other debate full of vim and vigor in 2009 - is fried squash real when it cohabits a pan with onions, or is it only fried squash if it's battered?

I'm looking forward to seeing Kim and Greg and a host of others in a place close to the sacred space of long ago.