As an antidote to all the fear and hate swirling out there, I'm posting this image of love and hope. It's the camp crew, children who grew up together by a lake in the Connecticut woods each summer, who have become family to one another, who are all now adults working in and around the city, who get together on weekends to just be with each other. They are all colors; they are gay, straight, queer; they see one another simply as people they love, and the rest is just a delicious part of that. There they were on an all day jaunt from brunch to park sitting to street frolicking to bar hopping in Brooklyn a couple of Saturdays ago. In the photo above, my girl (back row, center) has her hands in a prayer pose. My son wasn't there on this day, because he was working. But I hear he stopped by the brunch place where they all were, a hole in the wall that sold beer and chicken wings, and everyone went crazy cheering for him. And then he was gone again. I love these kids, and the way they love each other. I've said it before: They will save us all.