Scouting
Dad was not a big man by any stretch of the imagination, standing just over 5'7". But I was always amazed at how big he was in stature. He could walk into a room of 300 noisy, young cub scouts and just stand there for a moment. He would not say a word, but just raise his hand in the scout salute. In just a few second, you could hear a pin drop. (I heard this to be true at Union meetings, but never got to see this.) He took on leadership of the scout pack as my older brother entered and remained the pack master until my youngest brother moved on and out of cubs. This is but one example of leadership he demonstrated every day. (Kind of had to be a good leader to manage the 7 of us kids.) Over my life, few people have ever topped his presence in a room.
