Comments on: Random Recollections—A messy first http://www.nothingmoreamerican.com/2009/05/10/random-recollections%e2%80%94a-messy-first/ Tales of summer camp life as told by Jim Gibbons Mon, 19 Jul 2010 04:06:16 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Jim Gibbons http://www.nothingmoreamerican.com/2009/05/10/random-recollections%e2%80%94a-messy-first/comment-page-1/#comment-29 Jim Gibbons Tue, 26 May 2009 20:43:59 +0000 http://www.nothingmoreamerican.com/?p=65#comment-29 Man, I could fill a blog with just my poop stories from camp. So, if that strikes your fancy, stay tuned! I have so many more! The group poops of camp led me to buddy poop with numerous amigos in High School. I once found a bomb threat graphitti-scrawled in the stall during a HS buddy poop, but that is a story for another time. Man, I could fill a blog with just my poop stories from camp. So, if that strikes your fancy, stay tuned! I have so many more!

The group poops of camp led me to buddy poop with numerous amigos in High School. I once found a bomb threat graphitti-scrawled in the stall during a HS buddy poop, but that is a story for another time.

]]> By: david1will http://www.nothingmoreamerican.com/2009/05/10/random-recollections%e2%80%94a-messy-first/comment-page-1/#comment-28 david1will Tue, 19 May 2009 03:40:40 +0000 http://www.nothingmoreamerican.com/?p=65#comment-28 Jim, This was one of the best memories I have heard about #2 in a long time. I felt it appropriate to share my memories about #4... stall #4 in the green latrine. Besides the abundant northern Wisconsin woods, there were two "designated" bathrooms in Camp Shewahmegon: the green and brown latrine. Unlike most modern bathrooms, the stalls of the green and brown latrine had no doors on them. Furthermore, the stall walls in the green latrine were not terribly long, so your legs always stuck out a few inches. Instead of a bathroom community built on common shame of doing your business in public, we boys and men made a community of joy and celebration. With our pants around our ankles, we chatted about anything that came to our heads: the daily events, a new joke or story, and even congratulating friends for their invigorating sounds and smells that they were contributing to the conversation. In the green latrine, there were five stall in a row. Everyone had their own favorite stall, and mine was number 4. Stall 1 was way to out in the open. You had the cross traffic of folks entering the latrine, along with the urinal conversations next door. I hardly used number 1 unless I was in a real pinch. 2 and 3 were some better. The problem with 2 was the toilet itself. There was something wrong it, either it got clogged a lot or was too tall. 3 was fine, except you were right in the middle of the action, to have a conversation with everyone around you, you had to always turn your head back and forth. For me 4 was the perfect spot. It had a great height and feel to it along with a good location with respect to conversation and traffic. All in all, I miss the group BM. Nothing relaxes your colon like good friends and good conversations. Three cheers to the green latrine! Jim,
This was one of the best memories I have heard about #2 in a long time. I felt it appropriate to share my memories about #4… stall #4 in the green latrine.
Besides the abundant northern Wisconsin woods, there were two “designated” bathrooms in Camp Shewahmegon: the green and brown latrine. Unlike most modern bathrooms, the stalls of the green and brown latrine had no doors on them. Furthermore, the stall walls in the green latrine were not terribly long, so your legs always stuck out a few inches. Instead of a bathroom community built on common shame of doing your business in public, we boys and men made a community of joy and celebration. With our pants around our ankles, we chatted about anything that came to our heads: the daily events, a new joke or story, and even congratulating friends for their invigorating sounds and smells that they were contributing to the conversation.
In the green latrine, there were five stall in a row. Everyone had their own favorite stall, and mine was number 4. Stall 1 was way to out in the open. You had the cross traffic of folks entering the latrine, along with the urinal conversations next door. I hardly used number 1 unless I was in a real pinch. 2 and 3 were some better. The problem with 2 was the toilet itself. There was something wrong it, either it got clogged a lot or was too tall. 3 was fine, except you were right in the middle of the action, to have a conversation with everyone around you, you had to always turn your head back and forth. For me 4 was the perfect spot. It had a great height and feel to it along with a good location with respect to conversation and traffic.
All in all, I miss the group BM. Nothing relaxes your colon like good friends and good conversations. Three cheers to the green latrine!

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