Everyone went out last night both counselors and Adults. Mark Sanderson came stumbling in at 1:30 and I was pissed that he woke me up. He had a bit too much to drink and out of the corner of my eye, I watched him trying to get his pants off, at one point he almost fell over, it was priceless. He had grass stains on his knees and his eyes were at half mast. He was so funny that I instantly forgave him. He's a great guy with excellent drunken stories, I only wish I had snapped some photos.
I got up early and had breakfast at Forde Hall. All the adult campers were moving quite slow and the morning conversation at the tables chronicled the night before, there were some funny stories. It sounds as though the group went to the Mercersburg Inn across the way. Its a large turn of the century colonial hotel that's very fancy. I can only afford a beer per visit.
After a mini tournament of doubles for the adults they packed up and left, it was sad seeing the taillights disappear through the trees. We had a great lunch at Forde Hall on the plaza overlooking the playing fields, it was very festive and Mr. B gave a great speech and snapped photos, many addresses were sadly exchanged.
After lunch Sanderson and I played Riley and Mike Kunz, Kunz is fast and Riley can put the ball anywhere on the court. They beat us easily 6-1,6-3. Sandy was able to hold serve but I couldn't. They attacked and I didn't have a chance on the slow clay. We returned well but they had too much firepower for us...Riley has a lob that drops on the baseline at will. I've been here a week and still haven't won a set! I watched Riley play today and the main thing I noticed is that he plays off the balls of his feet, he constantly bounces, even with a bum knee. He anticipates very well and I'm in awe of the guy.
It's later now and I woke up from a nap around 3:00 pm. The old man, Brian Barker was playing the bells from Irvine Chapel, the afternoon sun, with the bells, gives the place atmosphere that's hard to put into words. There were people with picnic baskets on the hill near the chapel, enjoying the music.
At dinner we ran into Pat, Chris, Becky and Cathy and they invited us to Tibbits lounge. Lenny played the piano and we had a great time singing and listening to Lenny play. Other counselors showed up to see what was up.
Earlier, Mr. B took off in the car, he was headed to Maryland with a bottle of wine, said he was going to a fancy French restaurant. He loves to dine, he says its because when he was young he never had the cash, I can believe it, must have been hard with 10 kids. The other day I was out picking up balls by myself and he stopped by and we chatted for 45 minutes.
He said that he hired me instantly on Charlie Fenske's recommendation because he says Charlies' word is good as gold. I told him all about Charlies team, the ISU Bengals and their upset win over UCLA in the NCAA's. Charlie was a big part of that success. Mr. B asked a lot of questions about me. I told him that I had never been out of Idaho, hadnt even been on an airplane before. I told him that I came from a blue collar family and that my dad is a pipe fitter. With all the rich kids here, he kind of liked the idea of having regular folk around.
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