“Another great week at the Big ‘D’ is about over! Time flies by much too quickly so get with it now and enjoy— enjoy—enjoy! Breakfast 7 a.m. to 11 a.m.! 10:45 a.m. Setting up exercises with your life guard! 1:30 to 3 p.m. at poolside (weather permitting) Games, contests, prizes! 8:30 Movie Time in the Ice Rink! Rio Lobo starring John Wayne!! Don’t miss this adventurous film! Gentlemen: Jackets required in all public lounges and dining rooms! Ladies may dress accordingly!”
Not one imperative has been doctored, I swear it. Around here, anyone uses a period gets busted. And exclamations give an accurate sense of the dexedrine hours at Downingtown Inn. It’s called, what else, The American Plan. In other words: you paid for it, you damned well better enjoy it. Unwrap all the cakes of soap. Use the indoor and the outdoor pool. It’s on your dinner, eat it. Marvin in the green plaid jacket flags his wife down with a fist. She’s dressed accordingly, “A nap you had to take. Jerk. From 5:30 to 6:30 we did nothing. That cost me four bucks apiece, double occupancy.” A pleasure dome from the people who gave you boot camp.
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