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Some days it doesn’t pay to get out of bed. I know people say that and don’t really mean it but, crikey, some days, I bloody well mean it.
Now, where the hell did that come from?
There may have been honor in the scouting world years ago but something terrible came to light a few years ago. I won’t go into it, but it did tarnish the organization.
But that’s not really what I want to ramble on about.
Maybe a little bit, it is.
Mostly, I wanted to talk about Phil.
I was thinking about him this morning as I fought the staying-in-bed-forever gremlins.
Phil made it most of the way up the scouting telephone pole as a kid.
It used to be a different kind of pole but I’m trying to be pc.
Almost became an Eagle Scout before he bailed.
It was like his passion, right so a little bit of me wondered about why he crashed and burned.
In his twenties, Phil got his academic act together and went off to college. Somewhere in the mid-west.
He was pretty bright, not top-draw bright but smart enough to pick up some bursaries and awards. Not enough to pay the full tab so he found a money-making scheme.
Became a second-story man.
What did you expect?
That he sold magazines?
He was a surprisingly good thief until he got caught.
Got a double deuce in the joint.
When he got released, he came back home.
We hooked up.
Shared our joys and our miseries.
He made a passable life for himself.
They had two kids.
I thought he had the world by the…huh, by the tail.
Got the word last night.
Never thought he’d top himself.