tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136688967715659383.post2249239426511403663..comments2023-06-16T04:27:08.971-05:00Comments on Returning to Bedlam: Boy, Another Scouting Adventure!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358631883472544059noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136688967715659383.post-35755823052462090032009-04-28T07:44:00.000-05:002009-04-28T07:44:00.000-05:00I think you should get some sort of merit badge fo...I think you should get some sort of merit badge for surviving! You're a better man than I am. Wait! I'm not a man....<br /><br />I wonder if this will be one of those stories that will be fun to remember. In the future, of course. The far, far future??!!CrossViewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14083392878830138266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136688967715659383.post-78710400606174614432009-04-28T06:35:00.000-05:002009-04-28T06:35:00.000-05:00I suppose a pre-pubescent boy reeking of old chees...I suppose a pre-pubescent boy reeking of old cheese is easier to contend with than the sub-zero temps in which you usually do these types of outings!!Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17808679812939188136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136688967715659383.post-75746325939001622132009-04-28T01:44:00.000-05:002009-04-28T01:44:00.000-05:00Hey, Arby. Good to have you back! We've missed y...Hey, Arby. Good to have you back! We've missed you over here. Seems you've picked up a bit of an edge to your writing.... presumably since the last time you were blogging, you didn't have all those PS stories. I have to say, that "amused contempt of Bureaucracy" is sounding a lot less amused....<br /><br />You know, those salt mines sound interesting, in part because I've actually been in salt mines before. When my dad was stationed in Germany, we took annual trips down to the town of Berchtesgaden, in the Bavarian alps, and would take day trips across the Austrian border into Salzburg. And, yup... the town was called Salzburg because of that big vein of Salz running under the ground. As a kid, I particularly liked their underground mode of transportation: they set up pairs of polished wooden rails, maybe six or eight inches apart, and slid down them like long bannisters. I kid you not--they even had these leather butt-protector things that looked like aprons, but were worn backwards, so they wouldn't get rail-burn on their backsides. Of course, that's the part of the trip that a junior-high kid like me would find interesting; they also did something or other with salt there....Timothy Powerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06081922327870257027noreply@blogger.com