As a young boy I was “drafted” by my Mom and Dad into a program for boys and teens called the “Cadets” where we wore grey shirts and “kerchiefs” and were subject to “inspections” or review of our attire, uniform and posture at each meeting. Kerchiefs were a square of cloth worn around the neck We would recite our creed and stand at attention to say the pledge of allegiance. I remember standing straight and hoping my shirt was tucked, zipper up and kerchief securely lynched to my neck. The “head counselor” would walk the floor like a drill sergeant carefully inspecting each cadet for violations. This was a man who would do everything by the book. Everything was scheduled, in its place, spotless clean and accounted for even in his personal life. The lawn, windows, garage and vehicles at his house were meticulous. There would be some sort of “demerit” comeuppance if you forgot your...