a Joe's camp compendium

What can I say about "Joe's camp?" I suppose only very immature 9 year olds would get such a kick out of telling Joe, at snack time, to pour the Hawaiian Punch into our paper cups which we pulled away before they were full.

 We watched and laughed like drunken hyenas as the juice spilled all over the patio, much to the delight of the ants who licked their chops over that daily sticky treat. And the dangerously broken swing set in that 1956 backyard added just the right touch of decadence.

 Camp sure was "camp." This is a true bittersweet memory that over time has become a cult classic. It's my madeleine.