While the summer season may have ended yesterday, ours ended two weeks ago when the last of our summer staffers departed.
And here is how you can tell we’re in our quieter season: “Mike” is sleeping.
Mike is the face on the outside kitchen wall. His eyes are vents. His face is the propane lines. His nose is inside, of course, where he can catch all the great smells.
He takes his name from the “Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel” book, because I think he looks like the steam shovel’s face.
In the summer, those eyes are wide open, and I swear he smiles at the campers nearby, when they’re on the tennis courts or coming down to the main campus from the gym.
But tonight, and five nights a week, he’s asleep. Resting from a long summer. He’s worked every hard as we have.