January 17, 2009
As with most things in my life, I was a mediocre Scout. That is, until my older brother retired from the ranks. No, his departure did not cause me to step out from his shadow and rise to new heights of public service. He was a mediocre Scout as well. But his retirement left a uniform filled with badges, beads and buttons, unused in the closet. Soon I added his decorations to my own. Patton would have wished he was so honored. At my next den meeting, I strode in jangling, surveying the troops, missing only a sword, the envy of all the other 10-year-olds.