Michael's Ordeal

We have a tradition before each campout to eat at either Subway or Penn Station.  You know, one last 'good' meal before the weekend of boy fun!  Mark took him because I had a recital date with a very special friend.

And it begins.  He was told in a letter to pack one bag with a tarp, sleeping bag, and work gloves.  A second bag would have every else he would be using that weekend.

When they arrived at Camp Friedlander they found about 150 other boys.

He got his wristband.  And that is about all I know.

Mark picked him up.  This is what he found.  And I think I see a slight smile.

He came home with hardware, souvenirs, and wet smelly clothes.  Oh and another nickname...Afro Man.

New patch already sewn on his uniform!  Proud Momma here!