This morning, while getting ready for work, I discovered a lone, Scout Sock in my drawer. Yesterday, while in a meeting at work, I received a phone call from my oldest son, the Eagle Scout. He doesn't usually call me at work so I stepped out of the room and answered. He was calling to ask me where my solar charger was and to tell me that he was taking all of my Scout Socks. He was packing for the National Jamboree and he was doing me the courtesy of telling me where my stuff went before I just discovered that it was gone. This is a running joke in our house. I buy some gear, and it is usually only a matter of time before it becomes his gear, even if he already has some of his own. Even socks are not exempt. That should really be the end of the story, but it got me thinking about how proud I am of him and all that he has accomplished. He's off to help staff the zip lines at Jamboree, but he made his own travel arrangements, helped his friends with theirs, and got himself to
I am a middle-aged father of two. I work in Seattle and live in the suburbs. I do all of the normal Dad stuff. I am a Scout leader, I do outdoor stuff, I repair things, cook things, buy things, etc.