or something.
[After his family had finished
the macaroni and his dad had
drank his Italian coffee and had
a shot of his Italian liqueur, Pat
asked for something else.]
“Dad, there’s something else
I want to do.” He said, “What is
that son?” I said, “I want to be a
Cub Scout.”
It was the beginning of the year
and the Cub Scouts were re-
ally cool. They had these great,
magnificent blue uniforms and
had cool hats. And they had
merit badges for achievements
that showed people how great
you were. While us dweebs
had to salute the flag and say
the pledge of allegiance, the
cub scouts were cool. They
lorded over us. They got to
leave school early because they
had to go to their scout meet-
ing. What it was was permission
sanctioned by the community to
run roughshod and destroy the
neighborhood one afternoon
per week. And I wanted to be
part of that revolution.
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