Our weekend on the island
Let’s call them the Finnegans. The Finnegans are the leaders of our youth group at St. Swithin’s, and that’s where they’re meant to be.
It’s in their blood: Huck Finnegan met his wife Becky at a
convention of youth camp directors. Huck’s dad started a well-known summer camp operation here, and Huck has
been in the business all his life.
They came to St. Swithin’s after a period trying to break
into the leadership of the youth group at St. Michael’s, the local huge ultra-liberal
Episcapostate church where we used to go. St. Mike’s, which killed its Boy Scout troop in the mid-70’s out of a
horror of militarism in any form, kind of has its own ideas of what young
people should do. The St. Mike’s idea of
a service activity is to send the kids to a poor village in Mexico to teach them how to hold a proper Gay Pride parade. Anyway, the Finnegans drifted to St.
Swithin’s and immediately took over the youth group, which turns out a bunch of
great kids, year after year.
