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Cliff Meiers was a sort of patron to our
scout troop and had taken us under his
wing. Cliff had a way of giving life
lessons to young impressionable boys.
While his language did not inspire
imitation, at least to our parents, some
of his pithy methods of getting a
message across resounded with the
younger crowd. On one of our many “scout
hikes” at Cliff’s “Trails End Camp” (a
sign at the entrance proclaimed it so,
and a ways down the lane was a sign on
the outhouse indicating, “Tails End”),
Cliff was cooking breakfast for everyone
on the wood stove in the outdoor
kitchen. Not only were some 25 or so
scouts present, but also the leaders and
fathers who drove the boys down there.
One poor father stepped up to put in his
order and Cliff said in his gruff,
gravelly voice, “How do you want your
eggs?” The dad said, “It doesn't
matter”. So Cliff handed him two eggs
right out of the carton. The dad laughed
and said, “Well, I'd like them cooked”
and Cliff said, “If it doesn't matter,
that's it, move on you indecisive SOB.”
The dad never did get his eggs cooked,
but it was a lesson to those of us in
the line. Sometimes you have to make
decisions and not be wishy-washy or
you're likely to not get anything.
© 2010
Purdue Number One
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