
recently i purchased an old copy of the 7th edition of the boy scout handbook. it is filled with beautiful full-color illustrations of canoes and teepees and different kinds of snakes and boys giving each other high-fives. there are step-by-step instructions on how to communicate in morse code or give CPR or take a shower. it is my new favorite book. in the beginning, the editors address "you--american boy," and it goes a little something like this:
Have you ever dreamed of hiking the wilderness trails that were worn down under moccasins hundreds of years ago? Do you hear in your imagination the almost soundless dip-dip of Indian canoe paddles or the ring of the ax of any early pioneer hewing a home out of the American wilderness? Have you followed with your mind's eye the covered wagons on the trek across our continent? Have you thought of the men and women who built our country by their determination and devotion?
{and to EVERY question my answer is YES! YES! YESSSSS!!! but i realize they aren't even talking to me...which makes me sad, especially after this last part.}
You are the descendant of those people. You are the guardian of what they built. You are the American on whom the future of our wonderful country depends.
ohh. hmm.
damn it.
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