MY FIRST PRESIDENT: Truman

It's 6:10 a.m., Patrick's still in bed. It's 73 degrees and clear, but cloudy out the window.

I've seen most of the presidents in person, in the early part of my life. Harry S Truman was President when I was born. In 1960 I had the priviledge of attending the 50th Anniversary BSA National Jamboree in Colorado Springs. I was the Patrol Leader of Jamboree Troop 58's Beachcomber Patrol, comprised mostly of scouts from my own hometown Troop 37, Clearwater, Fla. Our campsite was on the very edge of the Jamboree, and my tent was on the edge of our campsite. So when I got up every morning, and pulled the tent flap aside, I had a magnificent unobstructed view of Pike's Peak and its early morning clouds hovering over it.(Today's photo is of Patrick burying part of his bone collection)

We got to the Jambo 0n a train, that picked up cars on the way. In Independence , Mo. we debarked to visit the Truman Library, and he was there to greet us and give a little speech. He was the only American President, indeed the only Leader of any country, to ever conduct Nuclear Warfare. So it goes.