I'm not fond of camping -- too much like work and, now that I'm a Civilian First Class, no field service allowance -- but the music and the crack made Old Songs worth the trouble. The Getaway sounds entrancing; all that music and good company, with a roof over your head to boot! I can hardly wait.

I didn't make it to the after-concert sings; too tired and too likely to wake at first light. Next year, when I possess a camp cot, may be different. I can't believe that I have actually committed myself to another *deliberate* act of camping! What would my dear old sergeant say?

Charmion