Last evening we celebrated the 40th Biannual Egg Drop, more accurately an egg smash, as the below pix will attest.  40?  Well,  The “Ambassador From Nowhere to Nowhere” — that’s him in all black — has appeared out of, well, nowhere, for the past 20 summers and he comes with one guarantee:  All eggs in both sessions will be summarily destroyed.

Again, once you view the pix below, you will appreciate why the administration enjoys this particular brouhaha.  Some boys, who yesterday were still a bit on the edge, adjustment wise, today are feeling much more comfortable at camp, having frustrated the counselors’ demented efforts to pulverize their contraptions into the deep rounds of the evening.  You’d be surprised to learn how well this strategy works!

Mr Weird put an abrupt end to anyone’s dreams with rounds of fire and water.  Only the Roadside gang was left standing at the end and this director went to bed with renewed confidence that the boys are starting to collectively appreciate all the efforts we make to help them feel connected to our great community.