My dad was great, but he worked long hours, and had a real long commute, so he was not home a lot of the time while I was young, for years he worked swing shift, and left for work before we got home from school, and we where in bed when he got home, weekends where spent working on cars, and the yard. I never liked working on cars, so I ducked out on as much of that part as I could, no one noticed because big brother was into that stuff with him. I preferred the kitchen, and helping mom in the house, So yes I was closer to mom, we had more in common, besides her wardrobe, and cooking, we are both heavy readers, and movie buffs. Dad was a hunter, and fisherman, (not my thing, now or then) working on cars, (as soon as I got where I could pay someone else to do it, I stopped working on cars.) and all that macho stuff, I just never found to be fun. I did get my love of camping from him, that and my love of driving.
Tina B.
