It was our Assistant Senior Patrol Leader, Davy Jones, who fashioned himself a porcupine-spine necklace. It was Davy Jones who murdered as many frogs as he could find. It was Davy, too, who chewed out my friend Grossmann because he was the only Jew in our scout troop. And it was Davy who clamped his Walkman headphones around my head way back in 1993. I was twelve-years old then, just a Tenderfoot, and the album was Psalm 69 by Ministry. The thrash metal riffs sounded like Slayer, but Davy said it was recorded with synthesizers and computers, and it was not the last album he shared before he made Eagle Scout and aged out of Scouting.