Alonim 2000 Reunites for a Grand Ole Time
By: David Feldman, Alonim 2000

I admit I had my hesitations when I received my invitation to the Alonim 2000 reunion. Now, I always knew I was going to go and there was always a Yacht Club fire pit of excitement flaming over it, but there were several red flags, soy butter not included.

For one, it's never normal seeing someone, a former friend in this case, who you haven't seen in 10-plus years -- I assure you of that. I don't care if you were once co-pilots gunbucking through Desert Storm together, 10 years is too long of a period to see someone who robbed you of shekels of tuck after countless tetherball games gone bad. And two, I left camp on a high note and, frankly, I didn't want to mess with a good thing.

I had a gas of a time as Rosh Edat Maghimim back in '06 -- our staff dance was flawless and in good taste, I was five-to-seven pounds lighter, and my basketball jumper was in Jeff Hornacek range versus the Greg Ostertag state it's currently in. With that said, my time at the reunion exceeded all expectations.

From the tzevet I had already known, to Michael and Ariella, and to the new kids on the block I had never seen before, everyone was extraordinarily welcoming and more importantly, didn't look at me with those "whoa, who is that old guy?" goggles.

Furthermore, it re-cemented my love and unconsumed burning bush for camp. I can only hope future edot follow our lead and do the same for years to come. But, yeah, stay away from the soy butter.