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Bruce! Camp Dearborn was a big part of my summers when I was a kid. I had family in Dearborn so we'd get to stay in the tent village (you had to be a resident). The tent villages were actually pretty nice. Your tent was built on a concrete foundation, with a padlocked cabinet adjacent to the tent that contained a stove, small refrigerator, etc. So we lived pretty large while we stayed. There was the beach, of course, but also acres and acres of playground. We'd play baseball, go fishing, take a paddleboat out for a spin.
One year, my trip was ruined on the day we arrived for a 2 week long stay. I stepped on a fish hook and had to get emergency treatment from a local doctor. I couldn't swim for the entire trip, which sucked, of course. My mom and her sisters and my cousins and my grandma would all go. Some for 2 weeks, some for 1. We'd work it so that we got to spend at least one week with all the cousins we liked to hang out with. The big thing was the dance at night. There was a cantina with music and soft drinks and snacks. We'd break dance and sh**, meet girls and what not. Great times.
It was definitely not a white majority when I went there, Bruce. Dearborn has the highest Arab-American population of any U.S. city, as you know, and that was clearly reflected in the crowd at Camp Dearborn when I spent my time there. There was no shortage of minorities. Of course, this is 10 years or so after you were last there, so I'm sure things changed over that time. The late 60s and early 70s were about as bad as it got in terms of racial polarity around here.
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