wave-crush aerial prisms and dead batteries, copper rejuvenated by snow and perpetual hunger. a woman with a huge shepherd menacing and parnoid stared at us and went the other way and stopped again on return, staring. i ooked back and she seemed to be schooling the dog. i try not to be paranoid, but the language they broadcast at fifty yards is clear, we are large and menacing and we are leashed but not in control and you should have the sense to vacate the scene. i spoke with two dog friends on the way back, one had the same experience and the other was threatened by a jogger with a snarling doberman saying my fiend with the socialized, smart and responsible dog was messing up the entire system. it is a hell of a system. while they were speaking the doberman lunged and snapped at another jogger. i do wish stupid and evil people didn't have dogs, or guns for that, but that sadly is the system. nevertheless i band together with other people advocating responsible freedom and animal joy rather that repression fear and violence.

so, i made it to webelos in cub scouts. i remember making michelob high life vases with crepe paper decoration just before i quit. i remember being surprised they let me drop out.

i don't think i ever learned what a webelo was, but i do remember saying who would want to be a webelo?

unless you were born a webelo, is that an aspiration? who makes this stuff up? if they had a hedgehog level i may have become a leader.