I got the saddest news this weekend — Camp Osoha, the place that saved my life, is closing it’s doors after 89 years. I went to Osoha for five years, during which, I moved twice and switched custodial parents. To say that Camp was the only stable point in my life for many years is an understatement. And Linda Porter, the camp director, has been a touchstone throughout all these decades — someone I could go back to years later for advice. Maybe it’s a western thing, but as an adult I don’t meet very many people who went to…