On the patio of the Copperhead Lodge, the air is jumping. Pitmaster Clayton has spent the last eighteen hours wrestling baby back ribs and pork butt into submission, and the result is a low-and-slow masterpiece of Texas toast and baked beans that would make a drill sergeant weep.

On the Lodge Deck, a 14-year-old in a crisp, period-correct uniform adjusts his headset. He is Caleb, the tireless spirit behind G.I. Jive Radio. The music is as sharp as a newly pressed crease in a pair of wool trousers. Glenn Miller’s brass section slices through the mountain fog; Ella Fitzgerald is swinging straight into the heart.

Caleb’s voice bridges the gap between a 1940s foxhole and a 2026 Memorial Day afternoon. He hasn’t just curated a playlist; he has summoned the ghosts of the USO dances at Camp Toccoa. He talks to veterans with the reverence of a historian, reminding us all exactly why we have the day off.

You won’t want to miss this genius.