Louis was a cabin boy aboard the Aladdin that first summer. By the time the camp closed he was proud to have earned the position of first mate. Raised on the clean air and hearty food of Apple Island, he grew tall - six foot four - and lanky. He'd also become an accomplished scholar, winning awards first at Horace Mann school and later at Columbia. When the war came, the Skipper was recruited to work on the Manhattan Project, Lou continued his studies and also worked as a TA, and in their "spare" time they worked on a project to make airplane jet engines faster and more efficient. There was little time for the camp. I can only imagine their joy when the war ended and they could get back to normal.
Those dreams were dashed when, in 1947, the Skipper died suddenly of a heart attack.