NEW ORIGIN STORY
(Dad had to die to remind me of this one)
When I started in the Boy Scouts, there was a weekend camp out. My Dad came along as parent volunteer, but, as necessity provides opportunity, he organized the camp site, kept the fires, comforted the frightened and lonely, washed and dried, taught tree identification, wood uses, soil dynamics, and edible plants, named every bird, identified animal sounds in the night, and cooked great meals for everyone over the camp fire.
At the next regular Scout meeting, one of the First Class Scouts came up to me and said, “Boy, your old man sure can swing an axe.”
It is sometimes said that the son of a great father does for a living what his dad did in his spare time.