All's fair when the colors are green and grey. You're not judged but included, you're seen for what you bring to the weigh room with DD and JD and Maz Madorsky......

My guest today was a perennial weight room activist. But he was a leader way before then as the son of a kosher butcher who could afford to send his three suns to camp under a Rhinecliff Moon.

My guest was the eldest of the three brothers and the person who changed my outlook on Scatico for the last nine years of my career.

The more I think about it it was my emergence into Jake Feinberg that was occurring only to be cultivated by my guest.

He have me jobs within activities, he allowed me to get comfortable with my voice reenacting the Rocky soundtracks as Jack played the part of Carl Weathers.

His even keeled temperament lent itself to a rag tag but fiercely individualistic division. He found a way to put a roof over all of our heads and turn us into the 1c posse. Where Shaun Locke would come and blow bubbles in your face @ 3 in the morning.

We hoped he never would leave but our summer was his final summer. Leaving a group to carry the upper hill while he headed off to Cornell.

His brothers flourished in different ways then he but again we connect with the lineage of life and blood. We are all different yet the same. We are all free yet entrapped in the idea that camp made us who we are today

DP welcome to the JFS.....