Over at the Oxford American, Rosecrans Baldwin treats us to a piece on America’s Boy Scouts. Also, adolescent angst:
Any cool kids in my town whose parents enrolled them in Cub Scouts were gone by the time we were old enough to level-up. It might’ve been because of the program between Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts: Webelos, standing for “We’ll Be Loyal Scouts,” unfortunately pronounced we blow. Or maybe those of us who remained simply didn’t know any better, or maybe we actually liked scouting.



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