Ok, so maybe it was more like 40 years ago that I last had contact with Debbie Lange, when she expressed her shock at my being so short (compared to her being so tall and taking dance lessons for mainly health reasons as one could easily assume). So maybe the next time that I feel like being gratuitously insulted behind the scenes I will get back in touch.
Years earlier, Debbie and I and also Sherry Turnbull were in the same cabin at junior high camp along with some other persons whose names I cannot recall. They were nobody important, just boring stuff. I suppose that their being eighth graders explains their disdain of seventh graders such as myself but actually I mostly don't remember who they were or why I should care about that.
