My third summer as a counselor at Camp Dickinger proceeded well. The first session of three had ended with a great deal of satisfaction for all the staff, as the session's crop of worms (campers) had been better than most. Weekend camping trips had all managed to avoid things like poison ivy, the play the drama types put on each session had been almost not horrible (a true rarity), and the game of Capture the Flag involving the whole camp had been rain-soaked, but a huge success. That last item had been especially great, as running around in the pouring rain with half the competitors being young women mostly wearing...