Working Stiff: Memories of Being a Summer Camp Counselor, Pelican Lake, Wisc.

Summer Camp Counselor
Summer Camp Counselor

I vividly remember the summer of 1968. All hell was breaking loose all over the world. Meanwhile, I was comfortably ensconced in a teenage cocoon. A hormonal bubble. Sixteen and raging. In the spring of my sophomore year of high school, we had moved one contiguous suburb of Milwaukee west-from New Berlin to Waukesha-and I was scheming to hang onto my girlfriend from New Berlin West High School. I finished up the school year at New Berlin, but would enter Waukesha South as a junior in the fall.