I was a camp counselor for a really long time and then eventually a camp director.

So I straightened my shirt. That's kind of a big deal.

One of the things that I got to do when I graduated to camp director was get the big 6 D cell maglight out that was way overkill and

patrol the outside of things so that the youngsters wouldn't get any kind of

little hanky-panky hijinks trouble-making kind of nonsense and so I would just hang out in the

woods and camp late at night and watch what the kids were doing and every now and then

sure enough here comes some kids creeping along in the dark to somebody else's cabin and blamo I'd hit

him with that light and they'd all look guilty and scared and then they'd all

switch from guilty and scared to like what we were just doing a thing that we

needed to do and those were always the best excuses ever.

And it's real easy.

It's like if you're out at night

and you're sneaking around like little turds,

it's because you're definitely doing something wrong.

There's no reason for you to be sneaking, whatever your plan was there is probably real

stupid and it would have been better to have been done during the light and then I send it back to their

cabin. But weirdly on the sneaking front, I've got this friend and he's a great friend and I really like his

style but he also sneaks a little bit but the weird thing is that he sneaks in such

a way that it's only to the benefit of other people. It's a very unusual personality trait. This is a very

generous, very cool friend. I've come to really admire the clever working

behind the scenes for the benefit of others in ways that they might not even notice

and that he will surely never get credit for. The point is, or might I say likewise,

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