The boys from Hilly 1 put on a skit at dinner last evening.  It was well choreographed, funny and poignant.   “Super Boss” was the title, lost on just about everyone but me, who asked what that meant.  A camper in the bunk had been homesick at first, but now that he has been here for fourteen days, Kingswood now is a blast — “Super Boss,” as the expression goes.

In the first photo below, camper Travis is telling his mother to let go of his hand so that he can start making friends.  Duh!  In the fifth of several very fast acts, Travis catches a touchdown pass in the football tournament, after which he loves camp.  I have  seen this happen exactly like that in real life!  Between acts, the Hillside One Band played really good music.  I think we have this on VIMEO so one day you will see for yourself that the music had good production values.  Nick, the crazed birthday tsar, even found time to celebrate Zack’s birthday, replete with knives and poison.  Kids roared with delight.

For a long time, it looked like this was to be Hilly 1’s night all around.  But, alas, in the following Egg Drop, Hilly 1’s contraption eventually was smashed to bits by the merciless Ambassador and his sadistic henchmen.  Golly, but Egg Drop is one hilarious camp tradition.

So, I went to bed last night quite confident that we had a contented camp community here at Kingswood.  I was awakened by Nick’s booming voice over the PA system just after 7 AM.  Seems the Guides — the fifteen year old crowd — had concocted a “prank” of the good Kingswood variety.  “Christmas in August” was taking place on Pines Field.  I did not make it to the present-opening gala, but again I think we have it on film.  But, Alice and I were “caroled” by the boys to a couple really good tunes like “Jingle Bells,” but with the Kingswood words:

Sleeping through the bell, Spotting on the lake, Sitting on our butts, Slacking all the way ….

SUPER BOSS, indeed.