Tom Hollaway at his best (worst)

During the summer of 1968 I was a camper waiter. My birthday is in September, so I was 15, almost 16. Maybe I've got this wrong and by then maybe Tom was gone and Pete had "moved up" from baker to cook? Anyone remember?

Tom was a wicked SOB with a temper, as I recall. Anyhow, one fond memory is that we ran short on the main dinner course and the campers were hungry for more. Tom retrieved from the meat locker a case of hot dogs and boiled them up. We saw they were green with mold and protested, but he insisted we serve them. I recall knowing that I couldn't possibly bring them to my campers. Instead I brought them to the head table and served them to Estelle. It's my recollection that she snatched them off the tray before I could even say a word and marched into the kitchen, where I'm quite certain that all hell broke loose. How I had the presence of mind to do this, I've got no idea.

I remember thinking this was fun. The only one who could dish it out to Tom was Estelle. Really, he was ornery.