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Camelot
Long ago in a bygone era of innocence shaped by Kennedy and Apollo, stood an unheated structure -- your kids called it 'camp.' No phones nor television nor doorbells ever disturbed the six precious weeks of timeless vacation we enjoyed together each summer. Camp had a commanding view of Sacandaga, set far back from cliffs which retreated each season to the forces of wind, rain, waves, and borrowing swallows nesting in the sandy edifice. Bordered by the pier to the west...
Jon Schoenberg
April 07, 2009 | Harvard, MA


