My mom recieved the Silver Beaver award at a Scout luncheon (that's an award for volunteers), and I went with her, my Lady, and brother.



My uniform's a bit baggy, I used to be heavier.

And because every Scout knows that a Scouter is never far from coffee


Got several comments at the event, the Scout Executive said it was international Scouting at its best. Got a couple negatives, too, but I don't care. Most were interested and thought it was great.

On the way home at a gas station an old lady told me about her brother who wears kilts. When I went back to the car, there was a carfull of college students getting air in their tires. They started laughing hysterically, but I didn't pay any attention, I didn't know if they were talking about me. But then they back their car right up to me so they could get a good stare, then sped off while one of them yelled "Nice Kilt!". I don't know how it was meant, but at least they got the terminology right