Camp Joy, in Carlyle, Illinois, was my first full-time job, when I was sixteen in the summer of 1960, not counting previous newspaper routes. My Air Force father was stationed at nearby Scott AFB.
At Camp Joy, I taught the compass course and canoeing and ended the summer managing the camp store, selling soda, candy and craft kits.
It was my last hurrah as a Boy Scout, during which I enjoyed camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia and in New Hampshire, and rose to Star rank. At CJ, I was finally inducted into the Order of the Arrow, a service organization, in a cool torch-light ceremony.
Mr. B. is a newbie Tenderfoot who likes the camping but otherwise seems to prefer video games. Pity. I hope his attitude changes. Scout all you can!
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 