At last a story to break the drought…
I have moved to a new office -there is a story to tell there, too – on 13th Street in Oakland, opposite the Oakland Tribune building. At street level is a wonderful coffee shop, Modern: Coffee, which serves pleasing green teas, too. I popped over for a refill a few minutes ago, and was served by a pretty young lady wearing a Boy Scouts of America shirt. Which shirt and prettiness (or Satan) prompted me: “You are the loveliest Boy Scout I have ever seen”. Modest blush from her, which pleased me, and I volunteered that the Boy Scouts were started by Lord Baden-Powell after the Boer War. He was a Brit. And then I confessed that I was never a Boy Scout. But I had once been Sea Scout. Continue reading