A bad year for the scouts
What on earth did the boyscouts do to piss off the powers-that-be?
Pitching the tent
I was an unofficial boyscout since my dad was a BS Leader and my two brothers were in his troupe. I spent many evenings bandaging up legs, tying knots (useful for incapacitating brother2), lighting fires with flint stones, and racing pinewood derby cars. My mom figured if she could get 3 people out of the house, why not one more. She needed the break, so I didn't mind. While other girls were baking brownies, I was learning how to distinguish between leaves meant for toilet paper and leaves meant for warfare (i.e., skunk cabbage and poison ivy). I still say to myself "leaves of three--let it be" when hiking.
I feel awful for the families impacted by these tragedies.