Lynn's Comments: One of the best things about summer camp for me was the bus ride there and back. The laughter, the singing, eating damp sandwiches (flattened in waxed paper bundles), hanging onto best friends who were strangers a week ago—what fun that was. After 65 years, the smell and the sounds of that long bus ride can be conjured up as if it all happened yesterday. Summer camp. It's a wonderful rite of passage.
