My wife and I got up early, packed our car with trunks, suitcases, plastic drawers, and sleeping bags, and drove our two daughters to Jewish summer camp. Actually, first we stopped outside the gates to wait in line with a hundred or so other cars. The “gate opening” tradition is a long one at our camp. People get there up to three hours early and wait in 95 degree heat to drop their kids off. The kids walk up and down the rural road reconnecting with old friends from summers past; many of the parents who are alumni do the same.
Finally, at 11 am, the gates are opened, we receive our cabin... Read More