Showing posts with label Salute Your Shorts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salute Your Shorts. Show all posts

Retro RePost: A Salute To "Salute Your Shorts!"

Monday, June 21, 2021

My experience with summer camps is somewhat minimal.  My parents would never send me to one, not even the Day Camp in town.  I remember so badly wanting to go with my neighbor friend because he'd always come home in the afternoon with stories about the movie theater, theme parks, or museums.

Looking back, I'm glad I got to stay home every summer instead of going with him every day.  Rather than be bossed around by camp counselors, I have so many fond memories of doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. 

My only experience going away for a camp is during middle school and high school, where I'd spend one week at a hockey training camp up in Boston right at the end of summer.  I have several fun memories from there, but it wasn't all fun and games as we did 2 a-days on the ice and several long, long runs and other training exercises.  

For the summers of 2001 and 2002, I worked as a counselor at the town Day Camp.  I have some excellent memories working there, but most of them are pretty lousy.  My good friend Chris, who later would get me my job at the airline, worked with me the first summer and hated it so much he refused to come back the second year.  It probably didn't help things that through some government employee loophole, I was making less than minimum wage due to the fact I got into all of these attractions for free.  My Mom, unbeknownst to me, called my bosses one day and complained about my wages.  So, yeah... that didn't make it easy for me at all. 

I was always fascinated with sleepaway summer camps, and our annual summer vacation in Maine drew my interest every year.  Directly across from the cabins our family rented every year, just on the other side of the lake, was a sleep-away camp that, from our boat, always looked so exciting.  Shows like Bug Juice on the Disney Channel made places like that seem so much fun, and as I got older, it seemed like a great place to meet girls.  

But no show better personified my view of fun times during summer camp than Salute Your Shorts.  Please enjoy this look back at one of my favorite articles, A Salute To Salute Your Shorts!

The original was first posted on The Retro Network and even gained the attention of one of the original cast members on Instagram! 

A Salute to "Salute Your Shorts"

Monday, August 3, 2020

Camp Ana-wanna, we hold you in our hearts…

As August begins and the summer heat builds to its peak, I find myself reflecting on the summers of my youth.  I never went to a REAL summer camp, but it's something I always thought I might enjoy.

But, who am I kidding?  I was a pretty lazy kid who enjoyed playing NHL Blades of Steel on Nintendo or surfing the pro wrestling "BBs" on Prodigy all night.  I've also never liked to be away from home for too long.  But the THOUGHT of summer camp seemed incredible to me as a kid.  Sports, activities, the outdoors, pine trees and lakes, new friends, girls, you name it. I always thought it would have been legendary.

I played ice hockey from kindergarten through college, and the only summer camp I ever went to was an annual week-long training camp in Boston.  It was full of good memories and fun times, but, after an early morning on-ice session, mid-day calisthenics, an afternoon two-mile run, and an evening on-ice session, I was too exhausted at the end of the week to enjoy myself.

What did I do during my summers when my neighbor, the only kid my age around, went to day camp? Watch Nickelodeon, of course!  Side note:  does anyone else remember the Weinerville or Stick Stickley programming from the 90s?  Anyway, back on topic, one of the few shows that could make me come in from playing outside was "Salute Your Shorts."

My family would spend two weeks in August with our extended family renting cabins around a lake in Maine every year.  When I was about 12, my Dad began letting me take our boat out by myself.  Across the lake was a sleepaway camp tucked into the woods, and I would sail around in the late afternoons, imagining that as I motored past Camp Hawthorne, I'd find Ug, Budnick, Donkey Lips, and the gang.