In planning an early fall trip to the northwoods to see the beauty of colorama, a rather old-fashioned lady wanted to be very sure that everything would be just right for her vacation.

She wrote the campground manager asking about certain particulars. She was always quite delicate and elegant, especially in her use of the language. Her camping experience was very limited.

She wanted to make sure the campground was fully equipped, but didn’t quite know how to ask about the availability of toilet facilities. She just couldn’t bring herself to write the word toilet in her letter. She wanted to know if the camp had modern facilities or would their campsite only have an outhouse.

After much deliberation, she finally came up with the old-fashioned term, “bathroom commode,” but when she wrote that down, she still thought she was being too forward.

So, she started all over again, rewrote the entire letter and referred to the bathroom commode merely as the “B.C.” Does the campground have its own “B.C.,” is what she actually wrote. Just how rustic is the campground?

Well, the campground owner wasn’t old-fashioned at all, and when he got the letter, he just couldn’t figure out what the woman was talking about. Being a member of the younger generation, that B.C. business really stumped him.

After worrying about it for a while, he showed the letter to several campers, but they couldn’t imagine what the lady meant either. So the campground owner, finally coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the local Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the following reply:

Dear Madam: I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take pleasure to inform you that the B.C. is located four miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 150 people at one time.

I admit it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no doubt, you will be pleased to know a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late.

The last time my wife and I went was two weeks ago and it was so crowded we had to stand the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that now there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. The supper will be held in the basement of the B.C., rain or shine.

I would like to say that it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but there surely is no lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in the cold weather months. The fall is a beautiful time of the year to visit the northwoods.

Everyone here at the campground is looking forward to having you stay with us. When you want to go to the B.C. perhaps I could go with you the first time and sit with you, and it would be my honor to introduce you and your family to all of the other folks.

We take great pride in our campground hospitality and will do all we can to make your visit a memorable experience.

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Some random thoughts: Charles Mizrahi offered this advice: Don’t let school stand in the way of your education. No matter how talented, rich or intelligent you are, how you treat animals tells me all I need to know about you. When it comes to solutions to problems, there is always a lot of hope, but no chance.

Historical figures should not be judged by today’s standards. Today, no one is impartial, open-minded, fair-minded, truly neutral or unbiased. If ignorance is bliss, why aren’t more people happy? Here’s a good guiding principle: Service is the rent you pay for the space you occupy on Earth. Without freedom of speech, we would not know who the idiots are.