Tuck Everlasting

OK, so the other day my old friend Tucker came to visit. Tucker and I met 3 summers ago at a Young Life camp in Michigan called Timberwolf Lake where we worked in the dining hall together. It worked out that a friend of his did Work Crew at Timberwolf this July along with several people from central Illinois so they decided to come down and visit.

I hadn't seen Tucker in almost two years, but we picked up right where we left off. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow once wrote "Ah how good it feels, the hand of an old friend" and while we didn't exactly hold hands, it was really good to see him again. Here's a picture of us:
And one for the ladies:
Keep it real,

Ben