The camp’s floor buffer was apparently broken and after some testing I determined it was the hand switch that was broken so you had to manually run the buffer by plugging the motor itself directly into the wall which would instantly send the device into operation.  I showed the intricate process of plugging the device directly into the wall to Anthony Celona, the camp dullard, and walked to the office.  At the office I got a call from Anthony who had forgotten how to turn on the buffer.
Me:”Anthony”
Anthony:”Yes, Terry”
Me:”Facing the buffer, do you see the thing that looks like a power cord”
Anthony:“Yes”
Me:”That’s the power cord, now do you see the thing that looks like an electric socket”
Anthony:”Yes”
Me:”Put the thing that looks like a power cord into the thing that looks like an electric socket”
Anthony:”Did you say something, I can’t hear you over the floor buffer”

I fear when I return to camp I may depend on his unique technical talents to fill this page.  Each day will simply become him trying to operate some device like an electric pencil sharpener followed by either the dollar value of the damage he caused with it our the amount of blood loss it caused.

The camp’s floor buffer was apparently broken and after some testing I determined it was the hand switch that was broken so you had to manually run the buffer by plugging the motor itself directly into the wall which would instantly send the device into operation.  I showed the intricate process of plugging the device directly into the wall to Anthony Celona, the camp dullard, and walked to the office.  At the office I got a call from Anthony who had forgotten how to turn on the buffer.
Me:”Anthony”
Anthony:”Yes, Terry”
Me:”Facing the buffer, do you see the thing that looks like a power cord”
Anthony:“Yes”
Me:”That’s the power cord, now do you see the thing that looks like an electric socket”
Anthony:”Yes”
Me:”Put the thing that looks like a power cord into the thing that looks like an electric socket”
Anthony:”Did you say something, I can’t hear you over the floor buffer”

I fear when I return to camp I may depend on his unique technical talents to fill this page.  Each day will simply become him trying to operate some device like an electric pencil sharpener followed by either the dollar value of the damage he caused with it our the amount of blood loss it caused.

Anthony Celona and I splurged on a fine Italian dinner at Mamma D’s in Plumsteadville, PA and I got a full contact lesson on Italian food.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m open to new foods, I’ve tried seal jerky for Christ Sakes and will consume a mammal no matter how fatty or cute.  I tried the cream of olive soup.  Now, cream soups should be as their name states, creamy, but the creaming agent should not be a stick of butter.  And in a cream soup the the flavoring is typically subtle.  Instead I received a bowl of table olives someone had attacked with an EZ Chopper in a stick of butter.  Besides this culinary abomination when asked why I didn’t like it I simply used my old standby “it was salty” no one ever second guesses this but the moment you say “it was poorly prepared” or “improperly spiced” an inquisition begins.  I stated I wasn’t used to Italian food as my mother was from Belfast, the server then stated “isn’t that north of Sicily”, I simply responded “yes”.  And some people say I have no tact.