Coach Hedge grunted like he was pleased to have an excuse. He unclipped the megaphone from his belt and continued giving directions, but his voice came out like Darth Vader's. The kids cracked up. The coach tried again, but this time the megaphone blared: "The cow says moo!
My job is summer camp. I come and talk and try to make a TV show funny.
I went to sleep away camp seven years in a row. I was such a pro.
I went to this one in Ohio, and then I became a counselor there, and it was just the most fun thing. I was so depressed when I came home from camp.
When I was 14, a camp counselor explained what "eating out" was and I vowed to never have it done to me. It seemed cannibalistic and unhygienic. I also remember that she claimed--in front of an entire cabin of girls--to have been "eaten out" by one of the maintenance men in a hot tub. Under hot water. Either something is amiss in my memory of this conversation or she found the most talented man on the planet and all hope is lost for the rest of us.
If I have to be remembered for something, I want it remembered that I really liked children and was a good camp counselor.
It's been a dream of mine to run my own summer camp. I went to one as a kid, and I put on productions, and got lots of confidence.
I'm a camp counselor for pop stars.
My first paying job, when I was 15, I was a day camp counselor.
After he retired, Dad worked at my uncle's boat company, a camp for kids, and eventually became County Commissioner for a term. He is known around town, works at the Food Pantry my mother helped start, and is a very serious member of Kiwanis.
