For those who don't have Facebook, I'll repost my caption to a pic of me at Yorktown:
Back when retarded kids were called retarded, and it wasn't negative or bad, a troop of retarded boys came to Camp Silver Lake. I was on staff, and happily volunteered to be their camp commissioner. Those boys, in full knowing irony, called themselves Troop 13, because of their affliction, and because retarded kids don't live as long as the rest of us. That year our camp followed the national bi-centennial theme, and Troop 13's campsite was called Yorktown. I thought about Troop 13's placement there because of Yorktown's significance. The end of long struggle, winning an impossible war, and the birth of freedom never known before. I thought it would be cool to visit the real Yorktown someday, and they thought so too. This is for you, the boys of Troop13. I finally made it to Yorktown, and I honor your memory here with tears, and a prayer for your departed souls.
Bill