08/03/2026 05:09

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I arrived with clothes and money. Camp Fun's-Town continues to have just two sorts of weather, too hot and dusty, too cold and muddy. When I checked the place at closing time, I found him sleeping in the kitchen. He was a southerner and older than we were by enough years to understand why the name issue mattered.

The rest of the year was full of the frantic activity of a late-starting campaign: getting organized, raising money, reaching out to specific constituencies, and working New Hampshire. A wine cellar but no hard liquor; our patrons must not have their tastebuds numbed. But those who made it through that winter were tough enough to stand anything; the second wave had a much easier time. In more than two thousand years of one silly misadventure after the other this is the most preposterous predicament you ever got into.