I attended an Eagle Scout court of honor this afternoon with my father. I didn’t know the boy who was earning the rank, or the local Scout troop, or really anyone there except my father. But he asked me to tag along, and so I did. Once an Eagle Scout, always an Eagle Scout. My father knows the troop, helped out at the boy’s Eagle project, and had a few brief sentences to read during the event.
This time was a little less awkward than the last one of these we attended, almost a year ago. This time, at least, when I reluctantly took to the stage to join the rest of the Eagle Scouts in attendance in repeating our pledge to the Scout Law, I was in a much larger group, and not just a third wheel with two other people listed by name in the program. I was still some stranger off the street — in a suit and tie, though — but I felt a little less conspicuous, a little less like I was trying to shoehorn my way in.
Then this evening, I watched Croupier, which was enjoyable and interesting, if ultimately a little unsatisfying.
And that was my Saturday.
I think it’s nice that you showed up. Good for the Boy Scout community to see that you can continue to hold to those values as a young adult (and in a suit and tie, no less).