Day CCCXVII

The Cubs

     We really loved the Cubs, we and I really mean we, because parents had to get involved, loved every minute of it. We had to help the cubs sell their candy during their funds raisers, cook for their special award dinners, and all sorts of things. I remember a few times in the bowels of the subway station, well, actually by the stairs, helping my boys sell their share of candy, to strap hangers as they came out.

     “Ain’t ya kinna old tabee wearing kid’s clothes,” a wise ass cracked one day.

      “Aba ba ba!” I stuttered, I didn’t have a comeback. I was flushed, the dude smiled, but because of him, a few ladies got in on the act, and...

       “Oh it’s a such good thing you're doing young man, how much are they?” One asked.

       “Oh jest a buck for deeze big ole bars, mam,” my baby smiled at her. His big brown eyes sold her, she bought more than a few, and a couple of other ladies bought some too. I say baby because I had three boys, and he was the youngest.

     Anyway it was cool, and it was a lot of fun because the monies were used for the Cub’s activities, things like that helped us get them to Ten Mile River. All the funds were used for the cubs, no big bank account, just enough to keep it open. Whenever we wanted to do something, we raised funds, by selling candy, having raffles or asking local businesses to donate to the cause. Parents never had to pony up a lot of money to have their kids get in on the fun. The Pack pretty much paid for all of it.