Joe Beets has been sneaking around following me all over camp today; whenever I turn and look back, he darts behind a tree. I thought I lost him in the woods coming back from the lake, but he started pounding on the walls of Admin Building 9 when Martha and I were doing this morning’s video.

All I heard was heavy breathing, and low “I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE UP TO, YOU AND CVI”

I have no clue what he is wanting, but I was scared and ran up the ladder through the hatch tot he roof, maybe I can watch him to see what his motiver or plan is.

You see, I hate beets. The vegetable. At my first summer at Camp Glyndon, the diabetic camp I went to starting in 1970, they forced me to eat beets (“Its a good B vegetable”) and I barfed them up violently right outside the dining hall. I can still see and smell that purple vomit.

Since then, I hate beets. And now I hate you Joe Beets- get off of my back, willya?