August 27, 2009

Tip Our Hats: Grown Men Who Are Camp Counselors

Fastening papers to clipboards, blowing plastic whistles, and dodging student loan officers: We love you, grown men who are camp counselors. Your hair smells faintly of campfires from summers past and you can slap a s'more together with your eyes closed. You practically have a master's degree in macaroni art and a black belt in mosquito swatting. We just have one question: your canoe or ours? (That sounds really gross when I think about it. Sorry!)




5 comments:

Jon K said...

Salute Your Shorts is still one of my favoritest things about my childhood. I think I can still sing all the words to the Camp Anawanna song.

Kenny said...

Ugh Lee. Best name ever.

Anna said...

Haha! I know! So glad you picked up on that.

juliahays said...

As a former camp counselor myself, I can admit that there was always something special about watching my male colleagues attack small children with dodgeballs.

Cindy said...

Yeah... that's odd... never thought of it, but it is WEIRD.

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