Sleep-away camp. Growing up on Long Island, I knew many kids who spent their summers living in a rustic cabin with a group of other kids (many also from Long Island, or at least New York or New Jersey), having what I imagined was the time of their lives. No…
To Make a Long Story Short …
I fear that I may have passed a bad gene down to my kids. No, not my thick thighs, stubborn streak or lack of rhythm … although both do have a wicked willfulness at times. I’m talking about my poor storytelling skills. Storytelling is an art. It’s detailed and succinct at the same time. It’s informative and entertaining…