Posted by: Birch Rock Camp

It may be unwise to admit this in the blog, but a far more sinister plague than the Coronavirus has descended upon Birch Rock Camp wreaking havoc upon us all and it’s called the New York Times crossword puzzle. It has always been in the background of Birch Rock existing only secretly among a handful of high ranking staff. This summer, with a two-week staff week and an enthusiastic staff, work projects have been completed at an unprecedented pace allowing for idleness, the very thing that wretched disease thrives on. A very countable amount of staff have fallen prey to its little boxes and strange questions forcing all unaffected to have to say things like “no, Joelsson, I don’t know the co-star of “Pretty Woman” and no, knowing that it’s eleven letters doesn’t help” and “No, Sebastian, you’re not paranoid “pear” really is the answer to” tree for a partridge, in a Christmas song.” This disease will only get worse while work projects continue to get completed, we’re down to tasking people with cutting the grass with scissors to prevent the terrible spread of the crossword puzzle. Please, we need the campers as soon as possible. It will cure our idleness and save our helpless staff.

– John Reisert