28 - if you don't like Brie, you will not like Camembert, they are in the same cheese family. And pretty much the same with a few slight differences.
29. Oh, I've seen Moose (also at Yellowstone and the Great Tetons) and Bears (from a bit of a distance (again Yellowstone). But I think whales are bigger? Not certain.
I would like to go to Africa someday and see the big animals. But I can't quite afford it, and I'm slightly afraid to at the moment. Maybe once I retire.
30. " My father didn't like cities, and wasn't crazy about spending time with his or my mother's relatives."
My father was pretty much the same. The only city he liked was Chicago, and possibly Sydney, Australia. He hated New York and did not understand why both his kids moved there.
He also did not like spending time with relatives, and only visited them sparingly, and would only stay with my mother's cousins, or his brother. (He was the eldest of eleven, but only would stay at the brother who was two years younger than him - pad in Marine County, San Francisco). He'd stay at my mother's parents house, and he'd stay with her cousins, but not visit her sisters.
We also visited National Parks a lot - in the summer, and during spring break. My father loved the National Parks, he used to drive buses in a few of them during the late 1950s/early 60s.
Lake of the Ozarks was a terrible collection of tourist traps even before you were born. Was that why your parents hated it?
Yup, that's why. They also disliked Vegas and Atlantic City for the same reasons. We went there once, and that was it. My father had been a travel agent/tour guide in the early 1960s and he'd stayed at nice places and knew his way around, so he was particular. And really despised tourist traps. Also he did not like Country Music - Branson, annoyed him. He was an intellectual. Mother also despises country music, and did not like Branson. My brother drug them down there a couple of times, because he insisted on going to this religious sports camp that my father despised. My father would rant about it after we dropped him off, and on the way to picking him up, but didn't say anything to my brother about it.
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Date: 2025-05-08 01:42 am (UTC)29. Oh, I've seen Moose (also at Yellowstone and the Great Tetons) and Bears (from a bit of a distance (again Yellowstone). But I think whales are bigger? Not certain.
I would like to go to Africa someday and see the big animals. But I can't quite afford it, and I'm slightly afraid to at the moment. Maybe once I retire.
30. " My father didn't like cities, and wasn't crazy about spending time with his or my mother's relatives."
My father was pretty much the same. The only city he liked was Chicago, and possibly Sydney, Australia. He hated New York and did not understand why both his kids moved there.
He also did not like spending time with relatives, and only visited them sparingly, and would only stay with my mother's cousins, or his brother. (He was the eldest of eleven, but only would stay at the brother who was two years younger than him - pad in Marine County, San Francisco). He'd stay at my mother's parents house, and he'd stay with her cousins, but not visit her sisters.
We also visited National Parks a lot - in the summer, and during spring break. My father loved the National Parks, he used to drive buses in a few of them during the late 1950s/early 60s.
Lake of the Ozarks was a terrible collection of tourist traps even before you were born. Was that why your parents hated it?
Yup, that's why. They also disliked Vegas and Atlantic City for the same reasons. We went there once, and that was it. My father had been a travel agent/tour guide in the early 1960s and he'd stayed at nice places and knew his way around, so he was particular. And really despised tourist traps. Also he did not like Country Music - Branson, annoyed him. He was an intellectual. Mother also despises country music, and did not like Branson. My brother drug them down there a couple of times, because he insisted on going to this religious sports camp that my father despised. My father would rant about it after we dropped him off, and on the way to picking him up, but didn't say anything to my brother about it.