A lady was in Buzzy’s Country Store recently and told me that she had once stayed at Camp Brown when it was owned and operated by the D.C. Police Department. She talked about how she was a city girl who had absolutely no appreciation for things country. She confided how she hated both the camp and her Mom for sending her there.
However, she did say that the only good thing about her week there was that she got to stop in Buzzy’s with one of camp counsellors who let her have an ice cream cone. She said she remembered Buzzy telling her that she had better finish the ice cream before she got back to camp and the other kids saw her with it.
I thought of this exchange today when I read a great article (click here) about D.C.’s Bill Duggan, owner of Madam Organ’s bar, taking inner city kids to the beach every year for the last 22 years. Here is the intro to the article:
The article then discusses Duggan, how he came to start the tradition of taking kids to the beach and some of the things that he and the kids do at Dewey. (I just wanted to work that phrase in here somehow.)
The article also mentions how some kids, such as my Camp Brown lady above, just do not take to life away from the inner city:
This is for all of the kids who actually enjoyed their visits away from the inner city: 