On Thursday my wife learned that half a dozen yoots, aged 18-19, lifted a camp gate from its hinges, and then drove almost one half mile across private property to the camp lake, where the yoots capered and cavorted, sucked up suds and paddled canoes around the lake.
The yoots were arrested on site and carted off to county jail.
This morning (Friday) Priscilla and I drove 25 miles to the camp. We hauled five canoes from the lake, dragged the canoes to the canoe trailer and properly placed the canoes on trailer fittings.
The labor was not exactly easy on a 66-year-old man and a 60-year-old woman, considering heat and humidity.
After taking care of the canoes, Priscilla and I put empty beer cans in a large trash bag and carried the bag in Priscilla’s car about a quarter mile to the closest dumpster.
After dragging the second canoe from the lake to the trailer, I mentioned that the yoots should be made to clean up the whole camp – police call from front fence to the lake, clearing growth around trees, raking the parking lot, clearing underbrush, hacking down weeds and anything else that needs doing, assuming a judge sentences the yoots to community service. Priscilla said, “That would be fine, but we would need somebody to supervise them.”
“That is not a problem,” I said. “I’ll supervise the hell out of them.”
I need a little supervisory time. I haven’t been a platoon sergeant since 1990.
Yoots, ATTEN-SHUN!
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