Originally posted by MarkJerling I've just laughed out loud. Reminds me of our school choir camps. The rule there, respected by both teachers and pupils was: "We'll not check up on you if you don't don't check up on us." The system worked very well.
I only went to that one Church Camp and I'll tell you, it was worse than the Army. They searched us several times a day...confiscated my new switch blade knife on the first day and did breath tests several times a day. The confiscated my best friends Playboy and made him go for counseling, even though he was emphatic that he only read the fine articles and never even noticed the naked photos.
We spent more time praying for forgiveness than we did having fun. All in all it was our worst nightmare. On the first night when we snuck out the windows, they had "youth counselors" stationed all around the dorm and caught us instantly. We were denied breakfast as punishment and missed the hour long prayer they did before eating...which was the only blessing we got there!
Some of us are not cut out for organized group gatherings where conformity rules. I think I was born that way....so was my buddy. Running wild and free......it's the way to go for "Rupert Types"!
However, old age tames even the wildest, and though my free spirit is still there, not much of the rest of me is. I am but a fading shadow of my once adventurous self.
Mrs Rupert is off this week...we were going to Big Bend but the big nasty storms coming up from the coast have cancelled our trip. Home all day Sat and Sun together, I washed dishes three times. In my prime I would have thrown them in the trash before I would have washed them. It's the little things that tell me I am finished. Just another old guy with not much but memories of the "days of glory".
Even young Bert will someday get there, if he is fortunate...or unfortunate....depending on your viewpoint. In my melancholy moments, I still have bacon to lift my spirits.....poor Bert!
Regards!