I found my time in Basic Training with the Air Force far less regimented than Uncle A’s [Arnold Fink] camp schedule. Every moment of every day for eight weeks was planned out with more care than the Invasion of Normandy. Built into the day [with me in mind, perhaps?] was an hour or two of “free time” after dinner. My bunkmate, Alan Cooper [pictured second from left, top row, next to me], and I – more often than not – would grab our gloves and run around in the grass and play catch. First day or so we heard a voice. “May I join in? I’m Chuck.” Chuck Bretzin was the new counselor a few bunks down. Replete with catcher’s mitt and a blue pro-style baseball cap with an LH emblem [Lock Haven State Teachers College]. Turns out he had played a season of minor league ball. I remember his giving us thirteen year olds firm, constructive advice. “Keep your elbow up, rotate your hips when you throw.”
Through the miracle of search engines, Chuck’s wife responded to a comment Dick Berk wrote in response to my blog. She writes about their terrific family and the wonderful memories that Chuck has of Kittatinny. She will never know how much that news made my day.
Counselors are Alan Sacks, the best fielding infielder in KLC history and a loving gentle man, and Paul Granoff, the Duke alum whose softball pitching exploits are legendary on Long Island . Other campers are Mark Himmel, Steve Blank, Paul Weissman, and Steve Kravitz.