“Bless this house, for we are all together. Bless us all, we may not meet again.”
If you and I are friends, there is no reason for you to read this column. Actually, if you’ve only met me in passing, you can move on, too. Basically, if you’ve ever spent more than five minutes with me you have heard more about the topic of this column than you had ever cared to hear, and I don’t want to put you through more than you can handle. That’s right folks, this column is all about the thing I never shut up about: camp.