Eagle Scout of 1988, Troop 292, West Memphis, AR
I was in Scouting all my life and have a lot of great Scouting memories (and quite a few I wouldn't mind forgetting

). My older brother is an Eagle, too. We spent a lot of time together in Scouts and later in life, too. We were assistant scoutmasters in Memphis, Troop 276, for a few years after college and had a blast with a great troop who had a lot of Dads that were heavily involved. While my brother and I were both single, we would get together all the time just the two of us or with others to go backpacking, canoeing, skiing, or whatever. We have been everywhere from Wyoming and Colorado to the Blue Ridge Parkway with packs on our backs, skis on our feet, or paddles in the water. Hopefully, when my boys are older, they will want to be Scouts and will look forward to trips with their Dad. I owe a lot to the Scouts and to the Dads who gave a lot of time, energy, money, and no telling what else for a bunch of wild and crazy kids.
My wife and I were married in Memphis in late June, 1998, which was the day the troop my brother and I worked with were leaving for a two-week backpacking trip to Philmont (huge Scout base in NM). After we returned from our honeymoon, I found out from a couple of Dads that went that the two crews of Dads and kids had planned to leave a day later on the trip so they could all come to our wedding. The kids apparently did not want to miss our wedding. Fortunately, they ended up having better sense to break the trip into two days rather than driving straight through in order to attend my wedding. Those were some good kids and fine Dads--one of "my kids" is actually getting married in Florida in a few weeks and I am bummed I can't attend the wedding.
Sorry to ramble. This post brought back a lot of memories....
