Is there any day of the year that’s as much anticipated by some despised by others and almost universally practiced by every Jewish family… as camp visiting day?
I recall my days as a camper when the counselors would turn the bunk into a frenetic world of cleaning and organizing. Every undershirt had to be folded exactly as required. Every scrap of paper had to be removed from the floor and areas of the bunkhouse thought to be permanently stained were restored to their original pristine sheen.
We campers were surprised at the seriousness with which our counselors responded to visiting day; we had no choice however but to go with the flow.
It was only a few short years later when I found myself on the other side of the bunkhouse now as the counselor insisting on the importance of getting the bunk spic-and-span.
