Anyone at Wingfoot between 1961 and 1967 should remember my dear friend (to this day) and cabinmate, Gail (a.k.a. Gay Gay) Shister. I've known her since pre-Wingfoot day camp and we're still tight.

Gail was a tennis wiz. I was her usual opponent, which is why I never won our cabin championship. However, Gail was not as adept in other sports. She looked like Granny Clampett on a horse, and avoided the pool as much as possible.

My story takes place in 1967, Starhouse year. Gail had a red puckered cotton 2-piece bathing suit with "ample" cups that lived on the clothesline for probably a month. One day, we discovered that not only did a bird build a nest in one of those ample cups, but there were eggs in it! This was just one of the many other memorable and irreplaceable experiences we all shared at camp.