Workboy, for life

The summer of my fifteenth year, I was hired as a "Workboy" by the Pocono Mountain Bible Conference. How this term came into use, I don't know. It sounds like a combination between a slave and a farmhand. But all workboys know we wear that strange title like a badge of honor.

Upon becoming a "Workboy" at PMBC, you are imbued with an insatiable desire to burn things in the burn pit behind the Dining Hall. Though I am now the Director of PMBC, I have not wandered far from my Workboy roots.

Today, along with a few other lifers (Tyler Parry and James Sienkiewicz), we got rid of a lot of burnables from an old cabin that is currently undergoing a remodel. Here are today's time-elapsed photos.

Strangely satisfying.