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The curtain may have closed on this
year’s CAMP Rehoboth Follies, but memories of the show live on
as we put away the props and sets and discover, from time to time,
the occasional stray, pink, boa feather drifting around our
offices, homes, and cars. Most of all I can’t seem to get our
Follies’ song out of my head. I keep hearing (to the theme from
The Flintstones):...
