I’m thinking about working on this design… honest
as in my son the stud muffin….
We walked into Blind Charlie’s, i.e., the place to see and be seen in Pound Ridge. No sooner did we get to our table when a teenage girl squeeled my son’s name and ran over to give him a hug.
Apperently he was her favorite camper this summer.
Or so they claim.
Ah, the good old “cute camper” routine. Gets ‘em every time.
Too bad it doesn’t last past puberty . . .