SCOUTING

Herewith a photograph dug up from some mysterious archive that shows myself at about age 12. I think it probably shows me standing in camp at Flaming Arrow in Central Florida (I am guessing because of the old army tents and the sandy path behind me). I sported the last vestiges of towheadedness and the huge ears that often got me called "Dumbo." Looks like I had ten merit badges, so I was likely second or possible first class, and you see me in the green and orange neckerchief of Troop 68 (the Keystone Kampers). Also just about the thinnest I ever was.