Camp Duty

This weekend I’m hosting, what I like to call, City Camp.

December colors

My niece and nephew are in town, having traveled from a smaller city just north of here to our house, where you can span the back yard in a few long strides and fall asleep under the glow of a billboard light shining in through the bedroom window.

Think four nights of non-stop slumber parties, crowded seating assignments in the back seat of the car, radio station wars; movies back at the house, late-night snacks, and tears at bedtime (just a tiny case of homesickness, happens to the best of us).

Since I’m entertaining a brood of four instead of two, there isn’t much writing going on. But, I am sneaking in some reading, of essays and posts worth sharing:

And, because we’re talking summer camp (even if it is in the city), Allan Sherman comes to mind.

I’m off now, to pass out ice cream bars and to supervise the chaos that may ensue.

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