Hello mother, hello father,
here I am at Camp Grenada.
Camp is very entertaining,
and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining...
I went hiking with Joe Spivy.
He developed poison ivy.
You remember Leonard Skinner;
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.
Dearest father,Darling mother,
How's my precious little brother?
Let me come home if you miss me.
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me...
Wait a minute...
It stopped raining!
Guys are biking.
Guys are sailing,
gee, that's better!
Mother, father, kindly disregard this letter!
by Allan Sherman
A day at camp for Chance. He had a blast. Hence, the camp name - Summer Blast. He can't wait for next year--although I don't exactly know why--getting details is like pulling teeth, as usual. He warned me not to post anything on the blog - so, you didn't see this, okay??
Thanks to Pam, Kent, the Alliance Church, and all the volunteers and helpers. You made a very special week for a lot of kids!