as you may know from previous posts, i'm a camp-aholic. i am lucky that my parents sent me to sleep-away camp, but it was their choice of camp that i am eternally grateful for. while growing up and singing my camp alma mater, my dad would tell me about his bungalow colony and how similar it was to my camp. well, it wasn't until recently that i saw some fabulously vintage photos of his summers upstate. it's like i'm looking at bonus footage from the film 'dirty dancing.'