Man, the Boy Scouts just cannot catch a break

Another Scout tragedy.

We talked about this in the car on the way up to Newport. I used to like Boy Scouts--my brother was a cub scout and a good friend of mine from high school made it up to Eagle Scout. But now I don't like them (the people that run it, I mean) because of their anti-gay stance. But geez--those poor kids.

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Some of my idiosyncrasies:

id • i • o • syn • cra • sy noun
pl. id • i • o • syn • cra • sies

1. A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group.

2. A physiological or temperamental peculiarity.

3. An unusual individual reaction to food or a drug.


List five of your own idiosyncrasies and then tag five friends to do the same.

(Tagged by Mike)

1. When I eat french fries, I make a little pile of salt in which to dip them, better to taste the salt. My mother calls this my salt lick.

2. Grammar things that annoy me: using quote as a noun, ending sentences and independent clauses with prepositions, and saying "between him and I" (or any other misuse of I as a direct object pronoun).

3. I love strong smells like gasoline, magic markers and skunk (not close by but from the road--it makes me think of Virginia summer nights).

4. I read when I blow-dry my hair.

5. I hate winter with a passion.