Camp is just camp. And at the start of the summer, some craziness of spirit just gets out, a defining moment reminding us that you have to be game to do this. So when Mike T. last night was challenged to drink an entire quart of duck sauce - yes, that sweet gooey stuff the Chinese restaurant adds to your order - he of course went through with it. And this morning - I saw him - none the worse for wear. And maybe better than before, because we all now just know that Mike is fully in.
