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From: NP-BAILEY BRAD (NP-BAILEY_BRAD@SUBCONTRACTOR.PRC.COM)
Date: Wed Jun 28 2000 - 10:29:14 CDT
Haven't seen this one about yet this year, but would like to provide a
bit of 'being passed around on the internet' humor in reply to all those
commenting about the enjoyable times they've had at the various camps this
summer.
Yes, there are alot of issues mentioned in this piece that we wouldn't
let happen. RIGHT??? I really felt like doing some editing, but it only
exemplifies how far fetched humor can go & possibly give second opinions
about our program.
Brad
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Dear Mom,
Our Scoutmaster told us all to write to our parents in case you saw the
flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only one of our tents and two sleeping
bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all
up on the mountain looking for Chad when it happened.
Oh yes, please call Chad's mother and tell her that he's OK. He can't
write because of the cast. I got to ride on one of the search and rescue
jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't
been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Webb got mad at Chad for going on a hike alone without
telling anyone. Chad said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he
probably didn't hear him.
Did you know that if you put a gas can on a fire, the gas can will blow
up? Billy is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Webb gets the car fixed. It
wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left.
Scoutmaster Webb said that with a car that old you to have to expect
something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance on it.
We think it's a neat car. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's
hot, sometimes he lets us ride in the tailgate. It gets pretty hot with ten
people in a car.
Scoutmaster Webb is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In
fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive. But he only lets him drive on the
mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up there are
logging trucks.
Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Dave
dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.
Also, Wade and I threw up. Scoutmaster Webb said it probably was just
food poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way
with the food they ate in prison.
I'm so glad he got out and became our Scoutmaster. He said he sure
figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.
I have to go now. We are going into town to mail our letters and buy
bullets.
Don't worry about anything. We are fine.
Love, Johnny
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