Decorated uniformed candidates were in a small building within an upper-class neighborhood all anxiously waiting for their respective interviews. We stood among short plain hallways remembering scouting skills. These are our individual Boards of Review. It took me six years in the Boy Scouts to get here; despite the year-old anti-Weiss regime that unfortunately forgot whom they messed with. Those air tight close minded fools failed miserably at stopping this man. He was not even hindered. Four interrogating-ready adults within one insipid mid-sized room await my presence. Brent goes into and out plain wooden doors twice. Now, I am ranked Eagle Scout!