January 24, 2012 Chicago, IL For nearly four decades Cap Cavins, Mishawaka Owner and Director, would leave his home in Lake Forest, his car packed with a slide projector and Camp brochures, and head off on a tour to meet with Mishawaka families and prospective campers. Others

I’ve always thought it is more than a bit ironic that I often extoll the virtues of a session at Camp Mishawaka- an experience that separates a person from all things digital- via the very medium that I am saying is all too prevalent in our lives,

I returned to my childhood home recently, along with my siblings, to begin the process of cleaning it out and preparing it for a sale. (My mother recently moved into an Assisted Living Facility in the Memory Care Unit.) And, whatever the cause of her loss of

Two years ago I sat in a room with independent camp directors and owners and listened to a “change guru” proclaim the death of our model of doing business. He called us a ‘typewriter industry in a computer age’, and went on to say that our sessions

David, Dave, Davey Boy. Lars, Mr. Laaarsen, Lar-Daddy, Lard. Elvis, Swamp Boy, the Doodler, Davey-Doodle. The Captain. Gedney, Gelding, DB ’78. Such were some of the nick-names of David Larsen, and for those of you who knew him, these monikers likely evoke a certain memory, or bring