He will be under the watchful eye of one of my nearest and dearest friends.
This friend who he has called Uncle Mike, since becoming a Cub Scout has for many years spoiled him something rotten.
One year we were setting up for a Council event. Mike kept giving him a dollar for the pop machine. OJ, did as he was told and bought can after can of Mountain Dew!!
That night we slept in a building with the SE, The Council President and a few other Council types. At about 2:00 AM. OJ, woke me up and informed me that he had peed the bed!! I asked how many cans of pop did Mike buy you? Only seven!! He replied.
With friends like Mike do I really need enemies?
