I don’t mind showering before swimming. Unless the pool in question is the Ganges River, Lake Superior, or the Pacific Ocean.
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.
34.520º N, 119.406ºW
Los Padres National Forest
July 15, 2017
“The young need old men. They need men who are not ashamed of age, not pathetic imitations of themselves.”
– Peter Ustinov
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.
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.
“Futt the Wucque”