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Do you sometimes miss those days you spent at a summer camp as a kid? Do you still remember the names of all your summer friends? Do you recall all the swimming you shamelessly took for granted? Now living in a concrete jungle of Brooklyn, you’d kill for a day at a lake on a hot summer day
by Loren DiBlasi & Maria Gotay
Once in a while, we get tired of the Bushwick grind: sick of the boozy bbqs, the hum of upbeat music, and the happy people-they’re the worst