The music was really good. Well, mostly that's true. The friendships forged at Bronco Junction were very special. Again, mostly that's true.
The atmosphere created by too little adult supervision of children who in their "normal" environment lived generally under close scruitny of over protective parents and a society that viewed childhood asthma as a handicap is something Matthew Mintz and I have discussed. I think there is something special here, but I think all children who go to camp gain the benefit of living in an environment where they must take greater responsibility for their choices, precisely because there can never be enough adult supervision at summer camp. The economics don't work.
So, I'm left wondering if part of my fascination is in part driven by the incompleteness of our last experience together.
There was always supposed to be a next summer. Part of me is still waiting for it.
I cried a lot when my mom told me there wouldn't be a 1983. I can't imagine how John France must have felt. To go on his honeymoon and come back to find his camp closed.
There are those nagging questions I have never resolved: like what is Randy (Qualls) doing now? What happened to the property? I read that it was vandalized.
Then there are things I wish I didn't know. The same technology that brought us together again virtually gave me the news that Jeff Meadows is in prison for murdering someone. I find myself not knowing if I should write him or not.
The music quest I launched the other day floods me with other wonderful memories.
A long way of saying:
Thank you for the wonderful memories.
We really ought to find a way to get together next summer. Perhaps we could all meet at Camp...
