By the way, if I was in the Boy Scouts, I would have missed the Trump speech because my parents wouldn't let me join the Boy Scouts. (How's that for a Trump malapropism?) It's true. My parents were afraid of bears or alligators or something. When they finally let me go to camp when I was 6 or 7, it was a three week sleep away camp, 21 days, they gave me 21 postcards, pre-stamped and pre addressed back to them so I could write them every one of those 21 days so they would know I'm still alive. All I had to do was write, Dear Mom and Dad, How are you. I am fine. Love, Alan and mail it. Well, they were disappointed they didn't get all 21 but were happy about the 6 I did mail.
