OA work weekends are events driven partly by planning and partly by force of personality on behalf of the youth and adults of the lodge.  Normally, a non-trivial part of the latter is Mike Shavel and his attention to people’s needs that borders some people wrongly interpret as obsequiousness.  He has attended near every lodge event for the past five years, sometimes going to comical extent to do so, “I traded two vacations for the right to be away on Mothers’ Day” and such.  Mike was away this weekend and event turn out was unusually high.  The weather held up and after a successful auction, I spoke with another adviser:

Me: Seems like everything went well this weekend.
Adviser: Yep.  A bit heavy on the last minute registration but that’s a happy problem.
Me: What about the ceremonies?
Adviser: Still below where we should be, but better than usual.
Me: The food seemed ok too.  Nothing ran out even with the attendance overage.
Adviser: Yeah, don’t tell Mike.
Me: Why?
Adviser: He might get the idea in his head that he can spend time with his family.
Me: Someone’s gotta keep his bald spot growing.

Maybe we’ll get lucky and there will be a freak lightning strike during the lodge meeting.

Troop 5’s Court of Honor saw four new Scouts join, of which one appeared to be different than the others.  Whenever there was a part of the ceremony that involved talking, he was very loud and very clear, blasting over the rest of the Scouts.  At one point, the new Scouts were called up to receive their Scout badge:

Scoutmaster:  Scouts, On your honor, do you promise to do your best to do your duty to God and your country?
Kid: I DO!
Scoutmaster:  Do you promise to obey the Scout law and help other people at all times?
Kid: I DO!
Scoutmaster: Do you promise to keep yourself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight?
Kid: I DO!
Scoutmaster: Fathers, do you promise to support your Scout through this process.
Kid: *pause* HE DOES.

Good to see he can think on his feet.

I set aside today to finish my woodbadge ticket as it is due tomorrow right before midnight.  My ticket items revolved around the merit badge program in Scouting and improving Scouts’ access to these tools.  You can see my efforts at https://www.suburbanadventure.com/woodbadge-ticket/ or http://ifinishedmyticketstopaskingaboutit.com/, the second I’ll probably let go of in a year.  Some notes:

  • I needed to kill space on the merit badge instructor information flyer so I added a QR code that leads to the council web page.  I think it looks keen and makes us look modern.  All the links are also bit.ly links so I can see if they’re are used.  So far: 0.
  • Putting together the video references for First Aid took a stupid amount of time, for instance, I found an awesome video on dealing with strokes that breaks out into a 3 minute ad in the middle.  Kids probably won’t like that.  Other videos presumed the viewer was a doctor, was in an ER, or was a naturopath.  I probably should have just recorded some from scratch.
  • For the last CIT World requirement, I couldn’t remember that that an Ambassador lives at an embassy, which is odd as I remembered the word earlier but in that it was a long requirement and I didn’t want to re-record it, I refer to it as “the ambassador’s place”, good job, Terry.
  • My ticket was approved with 10 hours to spare.  I finished Eagle with 45 minutes to spare.  I’m growing!

Most of today went into a long day at Job #1 followed by doing some pre-preparations for my weekend trip to New York and a short social outing.  Around 2 AM I approached my bed and felt terror like I had forgotten to do something and found nothing after going through my email inbox, my rememberthemilk.com task list and even checking my bank web pages to make sure some due date hadn’t passed without me noticing.  As a last effort, I checked the district web page and noticed tonight had been the District Committee Meeting to which I had no longer reason to attend.  They were probably going over Pinewood Derby prep in which I had no hand and Spring Camporee operations about which I didn’t even know the theme.

A month and a half ago I was running a 400-person Klondike Derby and today I was “just doing other things”.  Scouting was something whose egress I was worried would linger on for a while with a continual feeling of guilt about abandoning it and constant reminders of what I could be doing.  I’m glad that hasn’t been the case and life moves on.

Welcome, Magne Gundersen.  You will be expected to harness your powers to improve Bucks County Council and play the hardingfele, and have an Henrik Ibsen night.  Otherwise, you’ve got a lot of hands to shake.

The quest for a Scout Executive, a task that seems to have passed with blissful ease for all but the handful of people who’ve dealt with nothing but for several months, is nearing its end and tonight was the antepenultimate event in the  process coming before the final interviews and announcement which will occur tomorrow.  I had been invited to a largely social gathering of the candidates, their spouses, the selection committee and a few others in Newtown and had a chance to talk to the applicants, each of whom had been drawn from across the eastern seaboard.  The banter was light most of the time and the common thread of the Scout experience came out in all cases as no one in the room didn’t have a summer camp story and I felt woefully underarmed with FOS (Friends of Scouting, a Boy Scout fundraising structure) gaffes, which I plan on being slow to accumulate.  After about an hour of chat I realized I had experienced something new in my Scouting time, meeting a nervous professional.  Most professionals I’ve dealt with were either entirely polish or were oblivious to harms but in most cases the excitement of “I want to do this job” was almost palpable and a welcome change from previous leadership.

All of the candidates were delightfully human, using their spouses as memory aids when someone asked a question or politely dodging the worst-of-both-worlds meteorology that marks the Mid-Atlantic.  All but one was was flummoxed when I asked what merit badge should be added to Scouting, the last said “pigeon racing” without missing a beat.  Any failing to dodge my conversational caltrops were made up for with my much easier question on the Anna Karenina question of Councils in “how does Bucks County suck in its own unique way and how will you fix it?”  Here, everyone rightly pointed out our inability to interface with the community, our marketing efforts which had made barely a ripple in the collective consciousness and the observation that our previous executive simply didn’t stay very long at events.  Two seemed to eschew modern communication tools in favor of the perpetual phone call and two were advocates of hyper-connectivity; I think either could work.

Tomorrow will be an interesting day.

Tonight’s commissioner banquet included a game whereby each table received an item and we had to go around the table and explain how the item related to being a unit commissioner.  Our table received a black rubber mallet with a goodly handle and around the table it went.

Person 1:  This represents the gavel that commissioners have in disputes.
Person 2: Commissioners must smooth out the edges of units and a mallet can do that.
Person 3: It’s rubber and bounces back from tough situations.
Person 4: The hammer is a tool.  So are commissioners.
Me: A unit commissioner needs to have a bond between himself and the unit.  This represents the imperative to each commissioner to go out with their unit leaders and get hammered.

I laughed inappropriately loudly at person 4.  I don’t believe she realized the multiple definitions of “tool”.

Wood Badge is an “advanced” adult leader training course offered biannually in Bucks County Council. I took it in 2009 and didn’t much enjoy my experience and have been quite loud about my criticisms which I don’t think are unfair. The council is running another session in 2011 and I’ve been trying to dissuade people from attending if I don’t think they fit in the narrow window that I believe would benefit from the program. This evening, a fellow was talking to people trying to convince them to do it. One person said “I hear it’s not geared towards me” to which the persuader said “Terry got to you, didn’t he?”

I visited one of the units for which I commission and had an exchange with the Scoutmaster:

Scoutmaster: I hear you’re leaving Scouting.
Me: For a bit.
Scoutmaster: But you’re staying on as Roundtable Commissioner?
Me: No.  It takes 5-10 hours to prep for a good roundtable.
Scoutmaster: How about as Unit Commissioner?
Me:  I don’t think so.  The task doesn’t take too much time but I’d like my split to be clean.
Scoutmaster: Who’ll update the web page?
Me: … probably me.
Scoutmaster:  Good.   We just have to re-assign the District Camporee as a responsibility of the webmaster and everything…
Me:  I would firebomb the data center.
Scoutmaster: Ok, enjoy your time away from Scouting.
Me: I hope to.