Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda

Today we drove nearly an hour one way to attend an open house at Camp Collins, a summer camp run by the YMCA. Kelly got to see the facilities and hear about the routine planned for the one-week camp she was interested in. Looks like she's going to go too.

So sometime this summer, I expect to hear the plaintive strains of Camp Grenada by Alan Sherman. How's that for a blast from the past?