We met at Camp Ramah in Connecticut the summer of 1962.

It was an incredible summer. Being on wait staff allowed us to be together and to get to know one another most of the time every single day.

Our campers detected early on that there was something to our relationship, but we denied it. They even made up a song where we were “rok chaverim b’Machaneh Ramah.” After three weeks, that changed, but they didn’t know it.

Despite the prevailing rules from the camp leadership of the importance of “the group” and not becoming couples, we were so happy together. These were the days of tea groups and Ray Arzt saying “Yesh od tzman v’od makom” if he saw us holding hands.