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When my youngest son, now 28 years old, told me 20 years ago that he would rather play baseball than continue on to Boy Scouts from Cub Scouts, I wanted to throw the biggest party the neighborhood had ever seen. I still hug him every time I see him. I knew then, that my nights of sleeping on the ground in tents in rustic, primitive Scout camps was OVER. Give me my Directv, washer/dryer, genset, recliners, dual A/C's and memory foam king sized bed. Those other folks can call it whatever they want. Anyway, if they don't think it's real camping, why are they always asking to borrow it?
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