On a recent clear night, I found myself on a country road beneath a stunning canopy of stars. The sight reminded me of the Boy Scout camp I attended last July, where I spent my days helping my sons’ troop with their merit badge projects, and my nights stargazing. I enjoyed every moment of that wonderful camp week, and I felt honored to be a part of it. Maybe it’s because I myself can’t swim, have no directional sense, and don’t know poison ivy from peat moss, but I am filled with admiration for the Boy Scouts of America.
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