Ah, good old Damp Sneaker. As I write this I am huddled in my miserable hovel of a house, waiting for the furnace repairman. It seems that a whole bunch of people discovered problems with their heating. And, as most of those clients are clustered together in Santa Rosa, Camp Meeker residents can go to the back of the line.
This is one of those months for me. No breaking news, no Indian legends, no fuzzy puppy human interest stories. Quite a number of little things, though, so I will take the opportunity to pay tribute to one of my columnist heroes, the late great Herb Caen of the San Francisco Chronicle. That man could spin a mishmash of small items into a tempting civic goulash. I should be half as talented and consider myself lucky. Maybe next month I will do an homage to Jim Murray, or Art Buchwald, or Scott Ostler, or Dave Barry. Any number of big shoes to fill in the columnist game. And so, I give you the Camp Meeker three-dot lounge.
Last month I told part one of an Indian legend kindly bestowed upon me by Katie Everbeck of St. Dorothy’s. Grab a cup of coffee and settle in for the exciting conclusion!
I promised you an Indian LegendTM last month. Here goes. It’s a barn-burner. It might take more than one column to do it right. It’s got everything: a strong-willed princess, a flight from an arranged marriage, magical rocks, a Romeo and Juliet subplot, a brave and loyal buddy, and a battle scene for the last reel, complete with bows and arrows. It all happened right under our noses, historically speaking. Big thanks to Katie Everbeck of St. Dorothy’s, who turned me on to this red hot lead.
Legwork. You’ve probably heard the term in the abstract. I have learned the literal meaning of the term in writing this column. There is no substitute for shoe leather, for walking the beat. One of my favorite things about Camp Meeker is that great hiking is as close as your front door. Sometimes I just walk around the neighborhood, and if I’m lucky I run into some of the fascinating people who live here. On one of my recent jaunts I had the pleasure of running into Ben Evenbeck, who in addition to being a volunteer fireman is also the Land Manager for St. Dorothy’s. His wife Katie is the Executive Director for St. Dorothy’s, and I recently had the pleasure of sitting down with her and learning about the oldest continually operating summer camp in California – since 1901.