Kingswood For Life Issue 2

THE AMBASSADOR'S SPIN
The guy's name is Michael. But, don't ever address him as such. He is
KLAUS, plain and simple. He has been with us for 21 of Kingswood's 31
summers under the Wipfler banner. As Head Counselor, he makes knowing
every boy his prime camp duty. He is everybody's best friend, UNLESS he has
donned his black trench coat, black hat and dark sunglasses, whereupon he
transforms into the mean Mr. Ambassador (from nowhere to nowhere). His
mission is to smash every egg to bits during the infamous Egg Drop
competition. He's got a great way with sarcasm and we think you will enjoy
his biting wit. Take it away Mr. Ambassador.
Seeing the picture of the Smitty-era Santa Clause (who for the rest of this article will be called Smittyclause) got
me thinking. Clearly these juniors are excited beyond measure to see what Smittyclause has for them. The real
winner, of course, is the child who received the New York Board of Education approved Pancho Gonzales tennis racket
and not the kid who got what has to be the most useless looking water inflatable created by mankind.
However, I am not a big fan of Santa Clause. People most frequently mispronounce my name with his and
children do not appreciate his gifts to the fullest. I put my trust in a different gift-giving individual who appears every
summer? .Fat Bob.
Fat Bob appears every summer dispensing ice cream indiscriminately to campers for a host of reasons. He is
just like Santa Clause except way better? .allow me to explain.
Clearly I have my trust in the right one. Truth be told, I am rather thankful for one child who did not take
Smittyclause?s gift because that tennis racket one day did find a home: mine.
- Klaus