As a teenager, I worked in the kitchen of a summer camp. I didn’t cook or care for the campers. I was the dish washer — responsible for ensuring that all plates, cups, utensils, pots and pans were properly sanitized and sparkling clean for each of the meals we served to a dining hall full of smiling campers.On the last night of camp, the tradition was for each camper to describe the low and high points of his or her camp experience. You can probably guess the most common answers. Low point: mosquitoes. High point: horseback riding.My joke for the summer
