There are strange things done in the name of fun
By the men who cook for boys;
To do the job and feed the mob
Is not most folks’ source of joys.
Demanding food, they’re in no mood
For the usual fare, you see:
So that cold Rendezvous the best I knewWas required at Camp Maumee.
I spent all morning finalizing my food order from the distributor, then phoning it in. Then I went shopping for MORE food. Now, I've got to go gather up the bits of stuff lying about our kitchen or the church's that I'm glomming onto. I've spent around $2800 and haven't fed a single Scout yet. I hope people brave the snow and we have a great weekend! I know there'll sure be enough food.