It was an okay fall day in 2014, gray sky, sota cold, typical of new England. I was behind the local town hall for a festival. I was at the festival with my boy scout troop. We were there to showcase "the wonders of scouting" we had it all: pinewood derby cars, informational papers, but there was one thing we were missing. PEOPLE TO RUN THE TENT! No scouts showed up except me and one other kid who also didn't want to be there.
Eventually due to a lack of support "the wonders of scouting" tent fell apart and we all went off an did our own thing. It started to rain and I was glad I had packed a poncho. As I wondered around in the other tents I gravitated towards one in particular.
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