So here's something different. I decided to lay off the typing for this one. Click that little play icon (maybe twice), turn those speakers on, and give a listen.

And here's that link.

Man I have a thousand stories I could post; like the very late moonless night we initiated our very British brother Alan Brackenridge into the glorious Order of Fog.  continue reading »

I was only 17 and Dave Davenport was taking a big risk in hiring me as the archery instructor for the summer. My interview was horrible and the only reason I can think that Dave hired me was because he was desperate.

It all started back in 1976 when I was 8 years old. I was living in Virginia Beach and Charlie Hughes had come to our Church and showed a slide show for a summer camp on the James River. My parents sent me, kicking and screaming, that very summer. I can still remember sitting on my Father’s old camp trunk crying as my family drove away. Don’t feel too bad, I was hooked by the time dinner was served.  continue reading »

We met in the program shack at 1 am, wearing robes and ready for the operation. Through the years we'd met there on many a night, but tonight was different. The camp director's log house was years old now. For all those years we'd waited for just the right night. Late in the evening the change in the weather signaled that tonight would be that night.

Chris killed the lights and we kept our voices low as Danny distributed the devices to Francee, Chris and Greg.  continue reading »