What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
In my last year at Blakelock, the student council or administration had this wonderful idea of a winter carnival. Two of the activities were to be a campout on the Thursday night and a dance Friday evening. I suspect somewhere along the line in the planning for this event, no one thought to ask the most important question: What could possibly go wrong? There was the obvious challenge of girls and boys camping out, unsupervised at night, even in the dead of winter, who would inevitably try to, using today’s lexicon, "hook up". The answer was simple: girls would camp inside the track, the boys outside, and hire a few security guards to ensure never the two shall meet. Being the ever-resourceful Bronte Boys, Gary Welna, myself, and Terry Houghton decided to "participate" in this fun event. Welna and I had considerable experience camping out in his backyard in summers past. Those experiences are worthy of a story or two and in part are the source of the title of th...