Failed to Make the News

Over the weekend, I did my assistant scoutmaster thing with my son's troop and went down to the National Boy Scout Jamboree in Bowling Green, Virginia. I had a great time palling around with my son, D-, as we checked out a number of the exhibits. What you notice most about the Jamboree is its size; it is huge. He said there is no way one person can see and do everything at the Jamboree. Then there is the layout. Even though there are busses, the boys do an immense amout of walking.

Yes, indeed, he had a nice cut on his heel and 9 stitches holding it shut. But the cut looked clean and he told me that they'll remove the stitches before he leaves. I've got pictures to share - including a nice close-up of the gash - but I haven't had time to get them posted yet.

Leaving his campsite I noticed a strong, not-particularly-pleasant, funky smell. "What's that smell?" I asked.

D- replied, "I don't know. It's just a smell. There are a lot of smells here."

Memories to treasure.
K-