The Pack

I had my first pack meeting last night.

At one point I turned to Sir Luke and said, “Is this normal?”

“No.”

“Ok.”

This all while a father and son are “Wolfing” down a pie made of whip cream. This was done to commemorate the passing of the scout from the Wolf den into Bear den. It was pretty amazing. I’m sorry I don’t have pictures.

But you can bask in the glory of my father as a cub scout in the 1940s. How awesome is that?

And what about my Aunt Jan as a girl scout?

And how dapper is that three-piece suit my Great Grandfather George Nichol?

Scouts, gotta love them. Look at all those faces.