I was a Boy Scout. My memories of scouting are discouraging at best. The first memory involves a little deception, and the second revolves around a camping trip to somewhere, possibly in Minnesota. Being a clueless kid, much like Louie in the attached letter, I had not been educated in the finer points of cooking. After setting up the tents, I went about cooking my hamburger for dinner. The concept of defrosting frozen food had not occurred to me before that date. Hilarity ensued.
Back to when I was in my early teens.
There were about 7 or 8 families that had kids that hung out together and earned the name of “The Alley Rats”. I had the honor of being a member of this fine organization.