Author: Brian Lewis
Date: 07-25-02 15:19
It is a rare thing if too much time passes without hearing stories about the good old days. Camp Horseshoe changed so many lives and made us into the people we are today. It was a very special place and we are terribly unlucky that we won't be able to send our kids there to grow up. Of course, that implies that I have kids, but I don't. One day, however, I will certainly feel the sting that some of you older guys have already expressed.
Yesterday my brother Joel called me in the morning laughing hysterically. He heard a trivia quiz on the radio that reminded him of camp. The question was, "what is Newcomb?" Being the master of retaining useless information, Joel quickly (and correctly) responded that Newcomb is a derivative of volleyball where one catches the ball and throws it back over the net. Joel undoubtedly knew the answer due to our days at Horseshoe and those heated games of Newcomb on the A-field during Green-Brown. I guess it wasn't just a made-up game that Kittle concocted to compensate for so many uncoordinated athletes.
In any event, this illustrates my point---on a random day in July 2002 Camp Horseshoe is still part of our lives. (for the record, I initially thought Newcomb was the hairy, flame-retardant material that we stuffed between the logs of our cabins to keep the mosquitos out, but Joel corrected me---that was "oakum," not "Newcomb").
This site is a wonderful thing and I look forward to reading and sharing about the best days of our lives.
--Brian
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