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My sons' scout troop had a big "tribute" dinner last night. Troop 361 is 65 years old. The troop has reason to believe it is actually much older. But a long time ago all the troop records were destroyed in a barn fire. Consequently the Boy Scouts will only say we're as old as the Baltimore Area Council - 65 years.

I'm one of the assistant scoutmasters. Assistant scoutmasters are much like vice presidents: not a lot of assigned duties. The job is what you make of it. I don't make much of it.

The affair was really great. During the program they recognized just about everybody. Most of the tribute went to - deservedly - the Scoutmaster. He's been doing the job since 1985 and there's no signs he's giving up the position any time soon. We joke but it's probably true that there's only one way he's giving up the job. He's a great guy who works hard for the kids. A lot of the parents are intimidated by him. He has this really stern countenance. But once you get to know him he's very friendly and warm-hearted.

So we ate, (Hey, we're scout's. It's what we do.) sang our troop signature silly song (The Buffalo Dance), received acolades, and reminisced. A great time was had by all.
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