At the lunch table at a YMCA camp job I had in Ohio back in the 90's we had some great times. Other folks who worked at camp used to hang out at our table just to listen to our sometimes humorous adventures. The boss was a tough, no nonsense, brilliant, bearded guy, who was still coming to terms with some of the baggage he brought back from Vietnam, where he was a medic in the special forces. To him, when one of the camp's goats died, the answer was simple: Just chuck him in the dumpster. That's what he would have liked to have said.
|YMCA Camp Campbell Gard, Hamilton, Ohio|
Let me tell you about the goat himself. The goat had an underbite, causing his lower teeth to rest visibly against his upper lip. Whenever you saw the goat in his pen with his friend, the other goat, you were met with that goofy goat smile.
|Camp Campbell Gard chapel. Grasshopper Meadow in the background.|
|Camp Campbell Gard, Hamilton, Ohio|
A short time after this story took place we received a report of a strange dog on the property which may have been rabid. We looked for the dog for the rest of the day, but didn't find it. The next day I was out in Grasshopper Meadow burning some old pallets. It took me several hours to burn it all, and I ended up laying down on a big log next to the fire and falling asleep. When I opened my eyes, there was the infamous dog, staring at me from about 3 feet away, his lower teeth resting visibly against his upper lip. First I thought, "Oh, crap." Then I thought, "Ah, that's why the goat died: Goat rabies."
So, that's the goat story. A while later the other goat died. This time the boss found him before Debbie did. He told Kevin and me, "Go throw that thing in the dumpster before Debbie sees it." The funniest part of that day was when the outdoor education director came by the lunch table and said, "Ya know, there's a deer in the dumpster."
Thanks for listening -JB