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While scouts of much higher rank did not have netting, and so that made me a better scout than they in my opinion, and you find that out when you camp in a swamp of mosquitoes with mosquito-proof tent and they have no mosquito netting.
Interesting in army basic training, we did one overnight bivouac. Each man carried half a tent and two halves buttoned together to make one tent. So arriving on site, buttons and slits paired off and I wound up with the one half left over - no slit for my buttons. So I built a single man lean-to between trees, and the brass was quite impressed.
It was a Saturday night at the Palisades and a Harley Davidson motorcycle gang came in and took the front camp-sites with women. They were loud of course, somewhat rowdy. I don't think we had ever seen a motor-cycle gang before. However they were at some little distance and did not disturb us greatly and left the next morning with great motor roars in the steep canyon valley.
Well we were Explorers, and were expected to do so, but not myself you understand; for I would not have gone into the women's Jane of my own volition - I only a tenderfoot as said, but some of our intrepid troop did. Of what impetus I am not sure, but they came back to camp with wild stories of which we must go and see for ourselves, perhaps my first time in a woman's public Jane.
Was it my first museum viewing, art-works on the walls. The first graffiti, early pornography, yes doodles, portrait profiles, women's faces - "p-p's and we-we's". Yes it was quite an attraction and all the gang was in there.
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