Ken Follett wrote:

> I love camping, and felt bad that if I did not volunteer to take
> my weekends in the woods that the scouts would not be able to go. .....You go on
> a campout and the other adults talk about fixing their cars, life as a security
> guard,......

So' I'll tell you a story, my Mother told me on her death bed- during the period
when she was pissed off at my Father.

Frank P. & Art B., our Scout Masters, were respectively, & respectfully, a Postman
& a Cop.
Only got two weeks vacation a year and announced one year that we