I was a scout. And the sole reason I joined was because I coveted the badges. I got a camera badge and a hobo badge before I quit. It just took too long to earn the badges––and then to add insult to injury our scout leader would forget to order them. Having gone through the rigorous training it took to earn my hobo badge, I found it much easier to hitch a ride to the Army surplus store and buy fistfuls of badges out of their bin.
But isn't this the most beautiful book?