New York addendum

The last several posts related to trips to New York, but I forgot a few details that I remembered later. Here, I will try to remember the things I missed.

1997. I remember buying worms to use to go fishing. One night, we were fishing, and one fish was really smart--it kept biting the worms off the line, but it wouldn't get hooked. The one fish that bit the hook was too small to keep. We wanted to release it, but it had swallowed the hook. I think my mom might have asked Grandma King what to do. We had to rip the hook out, and with it came out some of the fish's guts. We threw it back in the water, and it did a poor job of swimming off. I felt so bad for it, but my mom tried to comfort me by saying that it would probably feed another fish.

We visited my mom's cousin Rob's house. I remember there being a discussion about him cutting down a giant Christmas tree for his house, but by the time he got it in the house, it wasn't so big anymore.

2000. Maybe this was 1997, but I remember walking by Big Sandy Pond and seeing a family with a little (about 2-years-old) girl completely naked, and I thought that was inappropriate.

 One day we went to Watkins Glen, a place with 800-something steps to the top. In the parking lot, we saw some people in biker shorts, and I was surprised they weren't embarrassed to be dressed like that. My mom didn't make it to the top, but the rest of us did. There was a little gift shop at the top, and we went in and looked around. They had shirts that said "I hiked to the top" and some souvenir pennies. Then we hiked back down and went to the gift shop at the bottom. In that gift shop, they had the same "I hiked to the top" shirts, and I thought they should only sell them at the top so that only people who really did get to the top could buy them.

We also went to a Corning glass factory. We watched a demonstration of them making a glass dish. When it was done and no longer molten, they threw a piece of paper on it, which immediately caught fire. I remember hearing a teenager saying he needed to see that done again.

2001. I remember seeing the poem that my late aunt Darleen had written about my great-grandparents and their house. I thought it was really good.

After seeing fat shirtless men and overweight women in short shorts, my mom said that Salt Lake City is more modest, and that was a good thing, because the overweight people didn't realize how bad they looked dressed like that.

And I'm sure I will remember even more things, but I don't know if I will make another addendum.