Goodtime Dave's Okay Fun Summer Day Camp
August 5, 2003
You may have wondered why I haven't been working
on the Editorials much lately. Well, that's because hundreds
of local families were having the time of their lives at Goodtime
Dave's Okay Fun Summer Day Camp. Here's a photographic sampler of the
annual festival of family, frivolity, and nature.
Dave's morning fly-over starts every camping day with a bang.
Here we see the original camp plane in it's final resting place, at the bottom of Lake Dave.
Arts and Crafts Day. The trained attacked dog is only a precaution, I assure you.
Enjoy the musical stylings of Dave, your gracious host.
The friendly camp security staff.
In order to get back to nature, campers hunt and kill their own meals.
Any brave soul willing to stick his/her hand into the communal spitoon is welcome to keep whatever valuables may be found within.
Female campers really seem to enjoy the new Vibromatic Slide.
Wearing his expensive Polish suit, the Other Dave is once again mistaken for jolly old St. Nick.
"Now, why the hell would I bring you a fucking pony? Get off my goddamn lap, kid."
On smoke breaks, Wilbur the crematorium operator delights the kids by juggling the remnants of his last job.
Looks like somebody helped herself to too much of Dave's Goodtime Punch.
Friends of Dave's Mom (calling themselves the Greenpoint Shylocks) perform for some of our physically challenged campers. By allowing them to play, the camp yet again narrowly avoids foreclosure.
This would-be tractor thief might have gotten away if it weren't for that tricky clutch. After a while, I saw the humor in it and dropped all charges.
Felony the Clown gives young campers authentic prison tattoos.
Campers look on in shock and amazement as the O.D. lights one of the biggest bowls of electrical tape they've ever seen.
Irma, shown here, has been visiting the camp for years. When she was twelve, Irma was involved in an unfortunate (and very, very rare) near-drowning in Lake Dave. Although that may look like a cat, she insists that it is actually Osgood, her son with legendary entertainer Wayne Newton.
To supplement camp income, counselors roll "novelty" cigars for sale in the gift shop as well as at roadside vegetable stands.
Loretta, the camp historian demonstrates how early campers operated their primitive meth labs.
Blue-ribbon winner one minute, breakfast the next.
I don't know what duties she performs, but the Other Dave insisted we hire her.
Movie Day is always a favorite with campers of all ages.
Ye Olde Keg of Whatever Beer was On Sale.
I heard this guy's name was Weasel, which was okay with me 'cause I'm like a fox. The Weasel and the Fox, y'know. Then somebody told me his name was Duh-weasel. Either way, he sure kicked it old school on that twang-box of his, before being gunned down by security.
Unruly campers are carted off to the nearby Dave's Okay Fun Summer Death Camp.
At the end of every day, the Other Dave rides his private train into the sunset. Where he goes, no one knows, but he always returns for breakfast.
Dave
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