Here I am at
Camp is very
And they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining.
Wanna’ hear something crazy about summer camp?
Yesterday morning my fourteen year-old daughter Taylor left for basketball camp. It’s her first overnight camp where she’ll return on Wednesday.
By now you’re asking yourself, ‘Red-what’s so crazy about that‘?
Well thirty-five years ago, when I was fourteen, I went to my first overnight basketball camp.
It was the summer before I was to start my freshman year at Power Memorial. Taylor will be a freshman in September. Boy does time fly. I can remember the day she was born back in 1999 like it was yesterday.
I recall the night before camp packing a travel bag with my shorts, socks, underwear and of course a few t-shirts. I met up with Jimmy and Frankie Cullen along with Glenn Thomas sometime around six in the morning.
We met on Windsor Place at the 15th Street, Prospect Park subway station. We could barely carry our bags for we were freshmen in H.S. and those bags were heavy and huge! We were off to Jack Curren’s Basketball Camp at Marist College located in Poughkeepsie, New York. Tall trees, green grass and fresh air, just what every city kid needs.
As Glenn likes to tell the story…I remember that we took the F train to 34th street thinking that we had to go to Penn Station when in fact we had to go to Grand Central Station on the east side to 42nd Street. We were struggling down 34th street with our bags and a New York Daily News truck driver who had already made his runs saw us and let us hop in to his truck and we were holding on for our lives as we had to stand in the back of an empty truck with the back door open as he sped crosstown to drop us off at Grand Central Station. We were rolling around in the back of that truck.
By the way, Taylor’s camp is about ninety minutes away, she was picked up at eight o’clock by a teammate and her mother. They drove. We on the other hand took the train.
Thanks for reading.