I was at a summer camp for kids, volunteering as security guy/grounds maintenance guy. It was rewarding work, and the schedule was flexible enough to allow some free time to sit and take in the scenery.
We were in Tennessee, in a wooded area near a large lake. One weird thing was how we weren't overrun by critters. Not a gnat or mosquito nearby. No bears or bobcats interfered with our fun. There may have been fish in the lake, but I didn't get close enough to the water to find out.
One day, as I was taking a break from my duties, Kobe Bryant showed up. He arrived without an entourage, and was in a very mellow mood. He pulled up a stool next to where I was sitting. We started to shoot the breeze about light-hearted topics.
Soon, we found ourselves debating the best way to reach inner-city youth. He strongly believed quieter connections, one-on-one interactions with kids and their families worked best. I felt that big, splashy events not only helped the kids, but they also motivated third-party folk to get involved. He found himself disliking bigger events as he grew older. He mentioned something about the loss of control as more people got their hands on a program.
After an impassioned debate, we respectfully agreed to disagree.
Next thing I knew, we were at a truck stop on the interstate. We picked up the same argument at the point where we left off. It was a bit harder to hear his points with all the diesel engines running nearby.
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