Camp Lemmon

When I was a little kid, I would go down to my Uncle Jim and Aunt Julie's house in Tempe for about three weeks every summer. All the sons and daughters of the Lemmons (my uncles Jim, Jack, and John, my mother Melody, and my aunt Sandy) would go down there at different points. There were also exchange students and other visitors coming through there, so there were always plenty of kids around.

Uncle Jim and Aunt Julie are the nicest couple I know. We had so much fun, it was unreal. Nintendo. Miniature golf. Movies. Swimming pool. Waterskiing, which I never figured out, but other water-tugging sports at the Lake. Disneyland, Universal Studios, the Grand Canyon, Mesa Verde. I couldn't believe how much fun it was. I think those summer days in and around Arizona may have been the happiest days of my life.

When it was over, I would have to go home and I'd always go through a real depressing week of withdrawal, before I remembered it was summer at Bixby School and there was mini-connectos, dodgeball, and Oregon Trail.

Truman and I stayed with Uncle Jim and Aunt Julie the last five days. It was just like old times. A great vacation. Now I am a bit morose, but I can see Commerce Casino through the window of my hotel room.