First of all, let me preface this entry by saying that it's 3 in the morning and I'm extremely tired. I don't have work in the morning, thank God, but I should nonetheless be in bed. But this site and Chanco have been foremost in my thoughts for a couple of days, and despite the fact that I have a lot of other writing projects that I should be working on, this blog will not leave me alone and let me sleep peacefully. So, inspired by a comment on Brian Counselor's profile page, I feel the need to tell a couple of stories from my first year at camp, first session, 1986.

Here's the comment in question: "As Program Director, I think my imagination was bigger than my ability to do the job. I hated doing the announcements, but I totally got carried away with the evening program. [...] Earlier I laughed at Dave Davenport’s picture of him scratching his head as he talked to me when I was program Director (1986 Photo Album). I think I had some kind of crazy outdoor game going on every other night that summer. Later my little brother Cooper (now a pilot for US Air) told me it was the only summer he remembers that we almost never went inside."

Boy, did this bring back a strong memory. And it is of an outdoor game that, sure enough, was crazy. I don't really remember all of the details,  continue reading »