Nominal Expectations
July 7, 2026
The headline above is a bit of a tease. What it means to me is that by day 10 of the session, I want to be able to brag that I know the boys. ALL of them. I think I am there. I recognize both names and faces and flub up only when several campers descend upon me at the same time. In a few more days, even that startle will fade.
Maybe it is my ego, run amok, but I think the campers expect me to know them personally. Rob and Mike tell me that my lone two chores at Kingswood are to write these blogs and make friendships with the boys. I have been studying those rosters like a student cramming for his final exam.
Come the day when I do not care about the above, that will be the signal to hang up my camp spikes. Based on my conduct over the first week and a half of the session, I am nowhere near that moment. Happily!
Take a look at Sara’s fabulous photo collection of yesterday’s date and you will see why I think she should have been a photographer for Sports Magazine. I was delighted to see her out there for clinics since this is the hardest time of day to get quality pix. You go ahead and try to make setting up a tent a good photo op!
Last evening we had our first soiree of the summer as the girls from Camp Wa-Klo in southern New Hampshire arrived in time for a fashionable dinner followed by a dance in the Great Room. I don’t know how it went as I was not in attendance and would likely offer the same appraisal had I been there.
A group of younger boys ventured into the hills for an overnight at a remote spot very close to camp that we call Sunset Cliff. Sara and I both know how to make those packs look enormous on boys’ backs. Unlike with the female invasion, I know without being told that these fellows had a great time ascending the rugged trail to a secret camping site where they build a fire and had s’mores.
Please go to my photos of July 6 for this next part.
Mat Ball should be an Olympic sport of course, as everyone here at Kingswood knows. What a fan of this game am I. I could watch Mat Ball for hours. Many lads line up to kick the ball and just a few counselors and CIT’s play the outfield. The boys circle the bases (mats) endlessly and especially when counselor-attempted tags go wildly off the mark.
Who’s on third? As many that choose to stop there until the next kick. So hilarious.
USA, USA, USA!