Mohler: The Uncle Bobby Rule

So, let’s start today’s episode of “What the hell just happened,” with Uncle Bobby. Who’s that you say? I promise that if you stick with it until the end, it just might make some sense. But first, a little background on my uncle: Robert P. Scruggs grew up on Route 175 in Jessup, Maryland. He had forearms the size of tree trunks, and although he didn’t have a college degree, was one of the smartest people I ever met. As a young man, he tended bar, worked in a liquor store, served as a volunteer firefighter, and finally found his passion as a proud member of the Maryland State Police.  By all accounts he was an exemplary trooper, and I have no doubt that had he remained in law enforcement, he would have risen rapidly through the ranks. But as a young man with a growing family, a trooper’s salary in the 1960s just didn’t cut it.