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It was good to see all the boys running around on the Cub Scout camp out: throwing frisbees, footballs, even pelting each other with pecans and other roughhousing "without the hawkeyes," as one father put it, always measuring to see if their behavior is up to snuff. They’re like prison inmates in school, where the rules rule, purposely segregated from each other in the seating arrangements with girls in between. So it’s good to see them on parole for a day or two. But I’ve decided I’m glad we only have one of these trips a season. I’m just too old to be in a sleeping bag, unable to move my old legs around. They start to ache before long. Although we planned better this year and had good air mattresses, so the aching back wasn’t so aching. When Mr. B.’s old enough for Boy Scouts he’ll do these trips on his own. We’ll miss him, but be grateful we don’t have to go along.