you're a better man than I am. I quit the Cub Scouts because I had already been in for two months and they still hadn't found me a uniform.
and we know that a Cub Scout with no uniform is like.....[add something indicating a profound sense of incompleteness]. so my own feeling was "fuck them."
I had fun in the Cub Scouts that you couldn't have today. The father of one of the kids in my den was a pilot for United Air Lines. He set up for us to visit the UAL operating center at Denver's Stapleton Airfield. While we were there, they finished the 100 hour check on one of the DC-6s (for those unfamiliar, a big airplane with four piston engines), which then needed a test flight. So he did the test flight, and brought us all along! (10 Cub Scouts, in an airplane doing a test flight, with no ask of parents or anything - I don't think anyone would do that now) We took off, flew down to Colorado Springs and around Pike's Peak, then up along the Front Range of the Rockies to Fort Collins, then back to Denver, about an hour. And we got to take turns sitting in the copilot's seat, making that big airliner the first airplane that I set hands on the controls. Like almost everything I used to do as a kid, you cannot do that now.
indeed, we couldn't do anything like that. it was basketball (which I didn't hate playing less than I hated playing it in school) and (and I can't be sure this wasn't a school trip...it was over 65 years ago and I was mostly bored, which is a state that doesn't carry over well into very long term memory) a trip to a visiting aircraft carrier. I don't remember which one. I remember it was extremely large. period.
the truth is that I wanted a uniform, which would have meant I BELONGED somewhere. in Germany, I might have made a perfectly acceptable Hitler youth, if we put aside for a second the whole Jewish thing.
In my first orientation Boy Scouts meeting, I had to walk out after all the Bible waving and it's been "Fuck them" ever since.
you're a better man than I am. I quit the Cub Scouts because I had already been in for two months and they still hadn't found me a uniform.
and we know that a Cub Scout with no uniform is like.....[add something indicating a profound sense of incompleteness]. so my own feeling was "fuck them."
I had fun in the Cub Scouts that you couldn't have today. The father of one of the kids in my den was a pilot for United Air Lines. He set up for us to visit the UAL operating center at Denver's Stapleton Airfield. While we were there, they finished the 100 hour check on one of the DC-6s (for those unfamiliar, a big airplane with four piston engines), which then needed a test flight. So he did the test flight, and brought us all along! (10 Cub Scouts, in an airplane doing a test flight, with no ask of parents or anything - I don't think anyone would do that now) We took off, flew down to Colorado Springs and around Pike's Peak, then up along the Front Range of the Rockies to Fort Collins, then back to Denver, about an hour. And we got to take turns sitting in the copilot's seat, making that big airliner the first airplane that I set hands on the controls. Like almost everything I used to do as a kid, you cannot do that now.
indeed, we couldn't do anything like that. it was basketball (which I didn't hate playing less than I hated playing it in school) and (and I can't be sure this wasn't a school trip...it was over 65 years ago and I was mostly bored, which is a state that doesn't carry over well into very long term memory) a trip to a visiting aircraft carrier. I don't remember which one. I remember it was extremely large. period.
the truth is that I wanted a uniform, which would have meant I BELONGED somewhere. in Germany, I might have made a perfectly acceptable Hitler youth, if we put aside for a second the whole Jewish thing.
WOW!!