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March 25, 2012


Back in those days, Boy Scouts prepared boys for the draft. However, when I was growing up in the 40s and 50s, I lived in the country, never heard of boy scouts, never had a bicycle, certainly never heard of a Cadet, and was drafted into the Vietnam War in 1969. Ever try marching with two left feet or keeping shoes and belt buckles shining? It wasn't easy. I felt bad that I wasn't given the opportunity to learn discipline, smoking, drinking, cussing, and killing the enemy that the boy scouts had, but that was a consequence of being poor and living on a remote dirt farm. http://boingboing.net/2009/05/15/boy-scouts-training.html (It is easy to see how innocent folks like Trayvon could be killed. Guns don't kill; idiots holding guns kill.)

What I do remember is our old vacuum-tube radio that worked half the time and listening to the Lone Ranger and Gunsmoke. (Unfortunately I lost track of how many outlaws the Lone Ranger and Matt Dillon killed over their lifetimes. It seems that those guys never learn that crime doesn't pay.) In 1967 after struggling through college and finally landing a job designing war machines, I purchased an all-transistor, Japanese-special, AM/FM radio (Panasonic RF-700). Fortunately that radio and I survived the war, and 45 years later it sits in my bathroom and brings me NPR's Morning Edition as I start each day.

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