I'm rushing off to pick strawberries before it gets too hot. But before I go, I want to discourse briefly on manners camp. Around our house, this has been a long-standing joke threat: "Stop eating salad with your hands, or I'll send you to manners camp." Yesterday, however, James decided to Google "manners camp" and instantly discovered the Charleston School of Protocol and Etiquette. And as you'll see when you click on the link, "additional programs include ballroom dancing and introduction to the great poets of the world."

This is a puzzle because poets are naturally rude.

Manners camp. What would Shakespeare think? Oy.