Traveling with my dad

OK let's get this out of the way. I like my dad. He is a good fellow. He was 50% responsible for my existence and my genetic code and all that. He can be very generous and he raised me with a good work ethic, or something like that... but damn, the man complains non-stop... and he acts like our hometown is the center of the universe. You say, 'Man they got a damn good cheese steak in Philly.' and he will tell you that the Dakota's are responsible for all the famously good cheese steaks in the world. You go see an Opera and he will tell you it would have been better had we seen it in the North Dakota State Theater. Now this is just unrealistic. Cheese Steaks are better in Philly and Opera is just damn boring. Give me a few minutes of Carmina Burana or was that In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. Whatever the case. I will look and see if I can put up a vacay foto for all of you who clamor for the real thing.