One of our few “fun” stops on our recent trek to Dallas was a stop at the National Headquarters of the Boy Scouts of America, which has been in Texas since moving from New Jersey in 1979. The building is massive but utilitarian, reflecting the approach of an organization that is increasingly focused on economy.
Sadly, this is the headquarters of a shrinking organization. We’re down to about 2 million registered scouts, a not-insubstantial number to be sure, but a far cry from the numbers in the past. While the program has done a truly unbelievable job of remaining up-to-date and relevant (far more than it was in my day, to be sure, when the organization had become hidebound), some organizational issues (now addressed) and the battle for the time and attention of young people have combined to take its toll on the organization.
I fear that in order to survive, Scouting in the USA will need to cut back on the number of organizations, and move toward a unification of Boy and Girl Scouting.
In the meantime, though, I will dedicate my spare time to supporting the organization, its units, and the youth who make up the organization. I can think of no worthier cause, political correctness be damned.
I married my wife because I saw her as a cross between Leia Organa and Deanna Troi.
Eighteen years later, I realize I was wrong.
Actually, she’s Wonder Woman.
Happy anniversary, my love.
A good day is any day when you and your son can go to the shooting range with a good friend, and you’re all breaking in new weapons.
Aaron zeroes his Ruger 10/22 while Dan hones his skill with his Sig P226. Not shown: me taking my first shots with my Sig P229.
They both did better than I did, but by the end of the hour my groups were getting tighter and we’re inching closer to the 10 ring.
Golden Hour on Saturday night as Shabbat comes to an end.
I love the shadow cast by the thunderhead across the North Las Vegas sky. A quiet moment after a delightful day and a superb dinner.
I need a long break, but I’m glad that the family came along on this short one.
Thought I would sneak out early and buy my wife an anniversary present.
She’s been with me for 18 years, after all, and she’s been terribly decent to me.
Mostly. The scars on my back don’t count. :o)
…when I stop journaling. My rate of entries last month was about half of normal, not counting the fact that I didn’t do much “back-filling” (entries prior to May 2017.) Part of it is that the kid is out of school and we have my mother-in-law in town.
I am rapidly becoming my own tiger parent, over-programming myself in an effort to try and do everything. And, of course, I just can’t.
That’s the one balance I can’t seem to strike. But the first step toward solving a problem is admitting you have it, right?
Stepping back into the saddle…
Earned it. A year ago today.