In the summer of 1977 my mother dragged me to see my older brother’s Cub Scouts meeting. I was closing in on my sixth birthday and she informed me in no uncertain terms that I would be joining. My mother was one of the multitudes of single mom’s in my part of Brooklyn. A neighborhood where at the time crime was high, money was tight, and involved dads were few. The only place for many boys to find any kind of positive male role model was in Scouting. So off to the basement of the local savings bank I went, passing along the way many other kids whose parents weren’t making them go off somewhere that required stuffy uniforms on humid July evenings.
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