I flew off half cocked as usual.
I was blessed, (or cursed) to be a Scout Masters second son.
By the time my older brother had made Eagle I was still only a Cub in my best friends moms Den, moonlighting with my Dads Scouts.
By then Dad was burnt out and so I guess was I.
Understandable. It's easy to see red whenever the name "Holder" appears.
Or maybe that's just see a red when we see Holder.