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I missed camp, but I found a peanut.

Summer’s in full swing. The rains, worthy of the deluge in the final chapter of The Grapes of Wrath, finally have abated. Lawns can be mowed. Kids are away at camp. I stare out my office window and sigh. Once again, no summer camp for me.

I grew up on a farm, where summer was long days running barefoot through fields and woods, swinging from vines, building treehouses, climbing mountains, flying kites in sunny skies, fishing, picking ripe fruit from low-hanging limbs, riding horses bareback through pastures, shooting arrows with homemade bows and flinging rocks from homemade slingshots. I never got to summer camp.

Looking back, I realize it would have been redundant, anyway.

No, I never got to spend weeks at a retreat, but one day when I was about 10 – I can still recall it vividly – I found a peanut.

Yep, found a peanut. I remember thinking: I found a peanut just now. I just now found a peanut, found a peanut just now.

But wait, there’s more to the story. If it had ended there, it wouldn’t have been anything to write home about (if I had actually been away from home). My adventure of the found peanut continues:

Cracked it open, cracked it open, cracked it open just now. I just now cracked it open, cracked it open just now.

Found it rotten, found it rotten, found it rotten just now. I just now found it rotten, found it rotten just now.

Ate it anyway, ate it anyway, ate it anyway just now. I just now ate it anyway, ate it anyway just now.

Made me sick, made me sick, made me sick just now. It just now made me sick, made me sick just now.

Called the doctor, called the doctor, called the doctor just now. I just now called the doctor, called the doctor just now.

Said I wouldn’t die, said I wouldn’t die, said I wouldn’t die just now. He just now said I wouldn’t die, said I wouldn’t die just now.

Died anyway, died anyway, died anyway just now. I just now died anyway, died anyway just now.

Went to heaven, went to heaven, went to heaven just now. I just now went to heaven, went to heaven just now.

Got in trouble, got in trouble, got in trouble just now. I just now got in trouble, got in trouble just now.

Kicked me out, kicked me out, kicked me out just now. They just now kicked me out, kicked me out just now.

Went the other way, went the other way, went the other way just now. I just now went the other way, went the other way just now.

Yes, that summer was saved by a peanut. It wasn’t all good, though. It took a downturn as, on top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.

And, of course, that was the summer we gathered around a campfire and met a fellow named John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.

Reach Glynn Moore at glynn.moore@augustachronicle.com.

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