Egg Drop night affords the camp photographers their best opportunity of the summer to get smiling faces from happy boys.  This event, run twice a summer at the end of the session’s first week, is a near-guarantee to put an end to most separation anxiety (homesickness.)  Sure, there are some lads who will admit to occasional bouts of longing for the comforts of home.  Most, though, conclude at some point that mom and dad are no match for the creative, fun-loving counselors we have on staff here at Kingswood.

Years ago, a father acknowledged that he had spent days planning for his son’t birthday party events, only to discover to his horror after ten minutes that all his material was used up.  We don’t have that problem here.  The levity of Egg Drop gives way today to Pemi Day, sixteen matches with the boys from just over the other side of Mt. Piermont from Kingswood.  Our grounds being still quite soggy, most of the games will be on Pemi’s turf, which luckily has dried out a tad more quickly than our pitches.

The photos below start with the introduction of Egg Drop, when Mr. Ambassador ( from Nowhere to Nowhere) was a young lad.  By and by, he grew up into the menacing creature of adulthood, with the singular goal of smashing eggs.  Somehow the Birthday Tsar got into the act on Saiku’s big day.  Crazily, he attempted to hide in a garbage barrel for the entire dinner, but, alas, did not make it and had to reveal his whereabouts to a stunned audience.

Never mind — on to the competition that followed.  It took several rounds for the Ambassador and his cronies to destroy all of the egg contraptions.  The arrival of the notorious Mr. Weird sealed the deal for the two or three entries still alive by round number whatever.  You get both the idea and a great peek at your sons enjoying about as wholesome an activity going on anywhere in America yesterday evening.