Back when I was 12, I joined a Boy Scout Troop in Billerica, Massachusetts. I became patrol scribe, later earned the journalism merit badge - which I still have, sewed to a merit badge sash hanging in the closet with my old uniform.
That all essentially started me on my path as a writer. My scoutmaster at the time, Alfred J. Oxton, is still alive and living in AridZona (as he terms it) and I sent him a copy of "The Clock Struck None". recently.
I received an email from him.
Great storeys! Thank you for sending me your new book.
I enjoyed the storeys. Some more than others since certain ones touched
upon ideas or places close to me.
As you can imagine, this is nostalgic, satisfying, and a little amazing. I'll take it.