Let epsilon be less than zero…and what does that have to do with camp anyway?
Camp in 1973… • Pink lemonade (fondly called bug juice in my circles) • Jacks (onsies, bounce, twosies, bounce, threesies, bounce) • Swimming until my skin gets all wrinkly • Sack lunches featuring cream cheese and grape jelly sandwiches (don’t knock it till you try it) • Singing songs on bumpy buses • Coming home [...]














