Funny thing happened today. I saw something I hadn’t seen in a long time.
The Lady and I were up in Northern Virginia visiting my mom, and we decided to head into Springfield to hit up a great butcher shop and load up on the good stuff before heading home.
As we were coming out, with The Lady loaded down with bags full of wonderful meat, I noticed a guy coming across the lot towards the shop. I’m still using a cane to get around, and my hair is coming back in salt and pepper. But, anyway.
This guy was a Boy Scout in uniform. An Eagle Scout at that. I smiled and snapped off a Boy Scout salute, and damned if he didn’t snap to attention and return it. Then he insisted on taking the bags that The Lady was carrying down a few rows to the car.
“Thank you, son.”
“You’re welcome, sir. Y’all drive safe and and have a great day.”
I felt the years melt off of me. That was just great. I loved being a Scout.