Hi guys,
Remember me?
You must do, the good looking, soccer playing, limey, as you affectionately called me.
How did I get here?
Well I went to Yahoo and typed Camp Alton and here I am.
I always wanted to get back to camp, but I think now, that I may be upset. The memories and a few pictures, ( I have e-mailed Gary and I will post some pictures ) have more meaning and memories than $1,000,000 houses.
The news of 'Doc' is even more sad.
Doc was carved from stone, he was solid, nothing fazed him, the kids could say and do things, but Doc would always be there, he would always come back, he would never take sides, he would never throw things back in peoples faces, he would never hold a grudge, he could say more in one sentence than any politician could in a life time.
The big difference is that Doc meant it, because he truly cared.
Doc, if you can read this, the world is a poorer place without you.
Oh! Who am I?
Tony Gillott, one of the limeys who was there in 1970.
Love to hear from anyone who remembers me and anyone who doesn't.
Regards
Tony Gillott