There are so many things I don’t understand about life this could be a weekly feature, but one of the things I do understand is that would be mad boring, and we all need maximum variety in as many realms as possible these days so as to suppress the urge, however fleeting, to gnaw both our arms off.
In the 3 ½ years since I first set sail on the good ship Substack, I have written 170 almost wholly original essays, and while I have a list positively groaning with socially significant, largely reality-based topics waiting breathlessly to fall under my keyboard’s spell, this morning it dawned (ha!) on me that I have so far pretty much whiffed on one of America’s most fertile and fundamentally…
As we fling open our doors to let the dog days of a mid-Atlantic August sweat-plaster their way across our lives, now seems a reasonable time to explore a summer site whose joy-to-sorrow continuum is crazily expansive—namely, sleep-away camp.