I was never a very good Boy Scout. I didn’t have the guts or persistence to see my way through to becoming an Eagle Scout.
I think I set the record for ‘longest tenure at Tenderfoot,’ which was as primary and low end a rank as it sounds.
I quit in ninth grade to pursue girls that wanted my shirt to say ‘Hollister’ instead of ‘Boy Scouts of America.’ That didn’t really work out either.
I was, however, in Scouts long enough to participate in more than a few campouts. With my hometown troop, Troop 140, I camped in two inches of water. Camped when the thermometer read five degrees fahrenheit. And for at least two summers in junior high school, I spent a week at Camp Massawepie in the heart of the Adirondack State Park.