Riley and I recently visited the Franklin Institute with Pack 32 as part of a "camp-in" event. We packed our sleeping bags and camping mattresses, and rolled up to the Franklin, ready for some science.
We arrived quite a bit early so that we could have dinner outside of the museum. We took an Uber to a ramen place I know, since Riley loves ramen. We both had a bowl of utterly unreal ramen -- There's nothing like real ramen, not the dried kind you get in the little orange bags. We both opted for the hard boiled egg. It was super tasty.
This year I've bought into a season ticket package with some other guys to go to Philadelphia Eagles football games. I went to a couple of games last year with them, and it was a good time, so I was enthusiastic when they offered the opportunity to join them for the rest of the season.
As part of the season ticket package, there are tickets to home pre-season games. Typically these games are on Thursday night, which makes them difficult to schedule to attend. Combined with the fact that the big name players don't play, there isn't a big demand in our group for these tickets. As a result, I requested all four of our tickets for the Jets game, and took Berta and the kids.
Recently, Riley and I completed the Cub Scouts' Pack 32 Space Derby. Months ago, I told Riley's den leader that I was enthusiastic to help with the derby, since it is one of my favorite scouting events. After a handful of emails, I found myself volunteering for a number of things related to the event, in addition to helping Riley with his rocket.
The derby itself is a race of propeller-driven rockets, flying down a length of taught fishing line. The rocket is made of two halves of balsa wood, hollowed out and glued together, then shaved and sanded to a rocket shape. A hanger is attached to the top of the rocket that allows it to slip into a cradle that hangs from the fishing line track. Rubber bands inside the rocket attach to the propeller in front and a small stationary dowel in the back. The propeller is wound, tightening the rubber bands, and when it is attached to the cradle and released, the rocket flies down the track!
We had burgers for dinner last night, and got into a conversation about hamburgers and their names, in general; how a hamburger isn't made of ham, and so a burger made with bear meat (for example) could, in fact, not necessarily be called a "bearburger".
During this conversation, somehow the trademark name of a burger came up in topic: The Quarter Pounder.
It was an interesting weekend for us; there was a lot going on. Both Riley and Abby had sports events. On Saturday Riley had a baseball game at Hickory Park and Abby had a soccer game at Fellowship Fields (at which I was "coaching"). Shortly after Abby's game, Riley and I left for Camden to camp on the battleship New Jersey with a group from Pack 32.
