You know, memories are often nothing more than events that you are darn sure happened a certain way. I was never in the "in crowd" but I remember hanging out with he guys just as if I was. I remember working on the swim crew knowing that it was just as important to camp as the A crew. I remember my vote in the Sunday evening counselor's meeting counting the same as Biff's. And I remember nights at the Hickory Stick. But these memories are actually quite real.
Sitting in the back room with 20 or so Altonites, even with the musty odor, are some of my best memories of camp. I usually organized them claiming that it was to celebrate my birthday but it was just an excuse. We talked, we ate, we joked and sometimes even paid the whole bill without screwing someone for another $20. The duck soup tasted great as did the duck pate (sp?). I started ordering 1/4 duck with the cheese ball but after a few years of arguing with Chief and Peter for more money, I could afford the 1/2 duck. The hickory stick for desert was quite good and the coffee was always great. Claiming to be too young, I never drank.
We always got lost finding the place and when we got back to camp, we ending up meeting in the counselor's room often watching someone hit the ceiling with a broom handle trying to wake-up the boss. We ried to go on a saturday night since on sunday we would have an extra hour of sleep (Levy time). I'm sorry to see it close. Gary Schaoff and I ate there a year ago and the food was just the same. Was it the best food we ever ate...probably not but the memories were darn good. I think I arranged for Gary to put in a few extra bucks for the tip. Ah, just like the good old days!
Jewronimo (another memory...I was really bad that night)
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