In honor the Boy Scouts; my grandpa

Here’s my grandfather, Joe — he was a Boy Scout — I was a Boy Scout. 

I was a gay kid — and everyone pretty much knew it or figured it out. 

And it was the early 1970s. If someone had a problem, Grandpa would have a word or two with them. And then all would be fine — until the next one came along.

So let’s honor Grandpa Joe — and the Boy Scouts this day.

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