I had FOMO before FOMO was invented, and I was feeling it acutely as I packed my bags to attend what would be last summer at sleep-away camp, smack in the middle of high school. At the time, Steve and Dallas were basically inseparable. Two avowed geeks cloaked in black trench coats, Steve always ready with a bemused eye roll and a closed mouth smile in the face of Dallas more outright shenanigans. Knowing that I was glum to be missing a summer of fun at home in an era when summer camp still meant snail mail, not e-mail, the two promised to write to keep me appraised of the happenings at home. A few weeks into my time away, I found in the mailroom a vacuum cleaner box with my name on it, sent by the only duo in my life mischievous enough to imagine....One care package to rule them all. Steve and Dallas had clearly made a trip to Costco (or possibly raided the pantries of all of you) as the thing was stuffed with assorted contraband junk food. While Im sure that the high fructose-sweetened and sodium-loaded array was truly impressive, the thing that I remember best was a ziplock bag of homemade flour tortillas. It must have been Dallas idea to include the 5x8 glossy photo of the two of them together, but the tortillas? Im sure they were the contribution of Steve alone. I brought them to the dining hall. My camp friends and I ate them with butter. Im grateful to have known, in my high school years, this quiet, genuine, and thoughtful man.
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 18:21:45 +0000
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