There’s definitely a dab of Simcha magic in the air this morning, a smattering of cards and the tip of a magician’s hat. It’s black day in Camp Simcha Special and black cats are mingling with hatted rabbits and striped mimes. Abracadabra, the day is spun with open workshops, a post breakfast magic show by Faigele, and an afternoon graduation for some of our beloved campers. With the snap of a finger and the wave of a red handkerchief, these past two weeks have disappeared in a magic whirlwind of late night dancing and color war madness, morning costumes competitions and afternoon water fights. And, as usual, the audience is left dumbstruck, always wondering at what precise moment the slight of hand, the manipulative trick had actually taken place before their critical eyes.
