My guess is that after all the posts about Dad’s scouting experiences
and all the good he did to mold the lives of the dozens of boys that passed through
his troop you would assume that I would be the world’s greatest advocate for
Scouting. However, I started the series of posts lambasting the BSA and calling
them irrelevant. An odd sentiment coming from one so steeped in Scouting.
I still hold firm to my assertion of the need to jettison Scouting
from our culture. But, I say this not as a critic from the outside looking in,
but as a person who has been inside and is now looking out. To that end, I will
now share some of my memories of Scouting to help you, and me, better understand
why I feel the way I do.
To be sure, I have many fond memories of being a Scout. In
fact, my initial experience as a Cub Scout provided some of the happiest
childhood memories I have.