I believe it was three years ago when I first saw a Cub Scout trundling a cart of assorted popcorn goodies around our neighborhood. If my memory serves me, I was good for a purchase of somewhere around $60. If a scout came to my door last year, I missed him, but I found a Scout and his family hawking their wares outside of a Sam’s Club; I was good for somewhere around $36 then. Today a Cub Scout and his Mom were canvasing the neighborhood and I enthusiastically hit them up for another $ 36 replenishment of my larder. It is good quality food and it is for a great cause.
Yeah, I am a sentimental old fuddy duddy. When I see a Scout, I see the past, the present, and the future of the true America. Nobody can ever take that away from me.