Archive for July 2012

Summer / Camp Stories: "Thoughts on Summer Camp, Revolutions and Nothing Unattainable"

Summer / Camp Stories: "Thoughts on Summer Camp, Revolutions and Nothing Unattainable"
Forty-three years ago this week, I was away at summer camp. It was a pretty ordinary   camp set on a picturesque lake with cool counselors and cabins, crafts and canoes and communal meals shared in a “north woods lodge” style dining hall. The favorite snapshot I carry in my memory is one familiar to generations... Read more »

Summer / Camp Stories: "Garage Sale Summers and Candy Bar Bribes, in Wisconsin"

Summer / Camp Stories: "Garage Sale Summers and Candy Bar Bribes, in Wisconsin"
When I think of childhood summers, I get nostalgic and think of Williams Bay, Wisconsin. I think of driving along the road and my mom hopping out of the side of the van to try to steal corn, only to find it was horse corn and too hard to eat. I can still smell the... Read more »

Summer / Camp Stories: "Ferrets, Manboobs, and Drunk Americans in Paris"

Summer / Camp Stories: "Ferrets, Manboobs, and Drunk Americans in Paris"
Growing up in suburbia I never liked school, even though I liked the idea of school. I felt the same way about summer: nice idea, but too sticky, too hot. And a couple of school years bookended with trips to summer camp led me only to believe that kids my age were bigger jerks out... Read more »
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Summer / Camp Stories: "A Rumbling Among Us"

Summer / Camp Stories: "A Rumbling Among Us"
We all can remember at least one embarrassing moment in our life, right? One to the core, makes your skin crawl embarrassing moment? Well, if you can’t I am totally jealous. I have several but there is one in particular that has haunted me for my entire life. My parents never sent me to summer... Read more »

Summer / Camp Stories: "Discovering Love Amongst the Bibles"

Summer / Camp Stories: "Discovering Love Amongst the Bibles"
My memories of summer camp are a lot like my pictures from that time: fuzzy and yellowed with tattered edges and wrinkled corners. They are painted with emotion, altered and skewed by a hazy appreciation only time, distance and age can bring. My summer camp memories are like a Monet painting. They are heartbreakingly beautiful... Read more »

Summer / Camp Stories: "Rump Flamin' Mamie at Camp Toilet"

Summer / Camp Stories: "Rump Flamin' Mamie at Camp Toilet"
Girl Scout camp in southern Indiana in 1989 was a tapestry of contradictions. On the one hand, we campers had to clean the latrines ourselves with bleach and the facilities were not connected to modern plumbing. No, these were outhouses. They were sort of like what you’d see at a street festival in Chicago, but... Read more »
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Summer / Camp Stories: "Baker Lake"

Summer / Camp Stories: "Baker Lake"
It may be a truism, but every man needs to get away from his wife now and then. So when the opportunity came for camping, I took it. There was one problem though: I shared a car with my wife. As this was a car camping trip with each guy planning to sleep in his... Read more »

Summer / Camp Stories: "What Labia Means To Me"

Summer / Camp Stories: "What Labia Means To Me"
Growing up in Massachusetts, I attended lots of camps. During my summers as a kid from about 5 to 14, I went to day camps like Summerfun and the Hitchcock Center Nature Camp and Eaglebrook Soccer Camp and Look Park Drama program, and sleepover camps like Camp Anderson, Camp Howe and Northeast Music Camp. Basically,... Read more »

Summer / Camp Stories: "Laycation, Fuca Yeah"

Summer / Camp Stories: "Laycation, Fuca Yeah"
I really need a laycation. I’ve never even been one to crave convenience. Needlessly doing things the hard way is a weird obsessive-compulsive means of control for me. I like to work for it, to feel like my life isn’t meaningless, you know? The idea of paying all that money to go somewhere new and... Read more »
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Summer / Camp Stories: "Girl Scouts Are More Than Cookies"

Summer / Camp Stories: "Girl Scouts Are More Than Cookies"
Picture this: 100 girls ranging from ages 14-18 from all over the United States, all Girl Scouts (GS), one adult supervisor per ten girls, staying in the dorms at the State University of New York Utica. Fourteen years old, and I was the only Minnesotan. By the end of those two weeks in July of... Read more »