Sunday, October 9, 2011


The most memorable time at Camp Meriwether was around the campfire after the sun had set. Like the warmth of the burning embers, our imaginations were on fire.

Obedience serves immature egos. It is the enemy of the new and better. Unquestioning loyalty has a very short useful life.

At the evening gathering, the 'order keepers' were nearly silent and as a result the previously subdued community came alive. The seeds of progress were planted then, even if it took many decades for them to reach frutition.

The real leaders knew, it was that for which we had come.

© 2011 Buzz Hill

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