Of all the things I've written over the years, this little essay on my summers at Camp Tomahawk is the one that's garnered the most feedback from the public. It appeared in Annabelle Magazine over a year ago, and I just received yet another email earlier this week, this time from a former counselor agreeing with me about how sucky the Tomahawk experience was. In fact, the majority of emails have been supportive, though a few stood on the opposite side of the fence and defended the camp as an fun time. I've lost track of how many emails I've received at this point, but even the numerous "Hey, this story doesn't have an ending!" responses to "Go" didn't amount to this many.
There's a local photographer who's doing a project on people who live and work in my neighborhood. Today he brought his equipment to the video store and took what felt like hundreds of photos of me standing by the shelves holding a big, teetering stack of DVDs. It was fun, and definitely flattering, but there was a lot of "look to the left" and "look to the right" and "look happier" and "look angrier." Now I know why Naomi Campbell snapped.
Anyway, I'll be sure to link to it when it appears in his online portfolio.