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  • When I was 14 my good friend Nayt paid for me to go to camp for a week. He worked there and had been trying to get me to attend for ages, but my family couldn't afford it. He told me the money was a loan, I had to pay him back, and over time I did. That week changed my life in so many ways and I spent the better part of every summer for the next 5 years there, which I will perhaps write about some day. But not today.

    I've been reading the congratulations being given to Cowbird for a birthday, and it made me think of camp. When it was the birthday of a camper or staff member, everyone would very slowly sing with an accompanying stomp:

    Happy Birrrrrthday - STOMP
    Happy Birrrrrthday - STOMP
    Grief and Sorrow and Despair
    People DYING everywhere
    Happy Birrrrrthday - STOMP
    Happy Birrrrrthday - STOMP
    Now you face another year
    Surely DEATH is drawing near
    Happy Birrrrrthday - STOMP
    Happy Birrrrrthday - STOMP

    Looking back, I suppose those were somewhat inappropriate lyrics to sing to a bunch of kids. But man, everybody loved it. Perhaps we were all young enough to look grief, sorrow, despair and dying in the face, and just STOMP.

    Happy Birthday, Cowbird. STOMP!
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