For those of you new to my blog, this is a re-run, but a re-written re-run (“toy boat, toy boat …”) that I wrote early on.
It is a retelling of an actual experience of my friend who, with his brother and their friend, like to go to Bartlesville, OK each year, to just hang around. As he told me the story, I really got caught up in the euphoria of it all until he changed gears and I was on the floor with laughter. So, here it is, a true story distilled down to 100 words.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the Queen of FF. “I have spoken, all depart.”
Ted Strutz has provided this picture. I’m sure he was thinking everyone would take the high road on it (nope!).
Closed for winter, we saw nothing had changed as we visited the old summer camp grounds. Memories of friends we’d made, the fun — we saw our names scratched in a building wall still there after thirty years! I was young again!
I turned to my brother. “Larry … man, I gotta take a DUMP!”
James stood guard outside as we did our thing.
The toilets didn’t flush!
My paranoia kicked in. “Larry! What do we do?”
“Well … just wipe good and let’s get the hell out!”
Speeding away from the camp, I imagined tomorrow’s local newspaper headlines —
Phantom Crapper Invades Campground