Another #Scouting memory I have from my time with Mr. Baker is probably memorable because I got into some trouble with him. I took out my pocket knife, probably to clean my fingernails (a habit I have to this day) and he very quickly told me to put it back in my pocket.
At the end of the meeting he took me aside to talk after the others had left. He asked me to give him my pocket knife and I thought he was going to keep it. After looking at it and testing the edge, he asked me if my folks knew I had it and I told him they did.
They probably didn’t because I filched it from my Grandpa’s garage. It was an old twin blade Barlow very similar to this image borrowed from the Internet. He gave it back and somewhat sternly said he did not want to see me with it again. I’m sure I didn’t make that mistake again.
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