Books Under the Blanket (with a flashlight)

Anyone of a certain age probably knows this song from the movie Meatballs: “We are the CITs, so pity us. The kids are brats. The food is hideous. We’re gonna smoke and drink and fool around. We’re Northstar CITs!” The backdrop of the movie is a weeks-long summer camp, just…

Sawyer, Michigan—that’s my happy place. It’s not where I’ve spent the most time. Dennis and I never went there together. But for one week out of every summer (and countless weekends) from fourth grade until well into my 20s, I was at Tower Hill Camp in Sawyer, Michigan. It started…