Tom and Joey
At camp sometimes a kid got lost, and we
spent a lot of time looking for him. Afterwards we laughed, another way to deal
with anxiety, and lit up. Some kids are a pain in the ass; others are bullies;
and some cry for mom or dad. Camp fires were fun, and so were the ghost stories,
and we also spent some nights looking for the source of silent cries, whimpers,
in the middle the night. A first timer who missed his mom or dad silently wept,
and when we found him, we comforted him. Then it was a relief, to see him
finally go off with the little lambs, into dream land, and we lit up.
I remember Joseph,
and his little brother Thomas. Up at Ten Mile River, the scouts slept in lean-tos.We all did, it’s a shed with one side open, and enough room inside for two or three sleeping bags. Tom had a lot of chutzpah, and one time, after they
went to sleep, he woke Joe up in the middle of the night.
“JoiieeeE…waa ake
up…I gotta poo,” He whined.
The toilets were quite a distance from our
site, and the woods were dark, and scairy to the little guys. Tom wanted to go
into them and poop, but Joe was scared, and made him poop where he could keep an eye on him- right in front of their leanto. For a little guy, he sure laid one of the biggest turds I had ever seen. In the morning when our scout master,
who thunk himself a great outdoorsman, came upon little Tom’s turd, he stared at
it in disbelief. He couldn’t decide if it was human or not, so he took a twig,
and started poking it.
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