by Catherine Ryan Hyde
I know when you hear the phrase disco boots, your mind goes in a very distinct direction. For the purposes of this blog post, it’s the wrong direction. My new hiking boots are disco. This is not a compliment. Years ago (hell, who am I kidding–decades ago) I was watching something on TV. Two young [...]
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by John W Strobel III
It had to be the year 1943. In those days, a fellow had to be twelve years old to be a Boy Scout. So when I turned twelve, I joined Ventura County Boy Scout Troop 102. In 1943 I was a “Tenderfoot”, the lowest classification in the organization, but I had just joined so that’s [...]
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