End of an Era (almost literally)

Eight and a half years ago, John was called to be the cub master. He has remained in his most favorite calling all this time. His first cubs are now driving cars around the neighborhood. He has been a wonderful cub master and enjoyed planning each month's pack meeting.

His new calling you ask? Cub Committee Chairman. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, huh.

At his last pack meeting, they retired our old flag that was torn and battered after many years out on our flag pole. I'd never seen this done before. It was very emotional as we gave the flag it's last pledge of allegiance and stood in silence as we watched this flag burn and what it has represented for us over the years. It was our same flag that flew at half mast on September 11, 2001 and the weeks following those events. It was the flag we flew with pride and joy on every holiday our nation celebrates. It is also the same flag that flew to remind us of our anniversary on flag day (thank goodness for national holidays to help us remember in our old age).

The primary president, all of the cub scouts, and their leaders
gave John candy bars to thank him for his many years of service.