The zoo (not my family) project is too depressing to think about any more. Too few exhibitors, entertainers dropping out, no shirts or stickers, apathy in all but three people and (worst of all) Doug has to do a *#!@ casino with his ex-wife and her boyfriend in exchange for us borrowing the table skirts and decorations. I can’t begin to explain how much this bothers me.
The other scouts aren’t asking their schools or churches about the yarn and fabric collection for Project Linus. I still don’t have a major drop-off location that I can use as leverage to get an article in the paper.