Convince my deceased Father in Law to lose weight for his family.

The majority of visits were 20-25 years ago, and I did visit about 6-8 years ago.

I honestly am reacting to the IMMEDIATE area of Battleship cove. The walk to the Maritime Museum.

I just google street mapped it and WOW. WHAT A CHANGE. Under the overpass was nothing but abandoned cars with trash, that area was SCUMMY.

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Huge improvement - glad to find out about that! Thanks!

I was talking about East German produced in Russia vs Russia :)

Yeah conversation is over. Good talk.

I very badly want to yell "CLOSE ENOUGH!"

I don't know why you are suggesting that I 'can't wrap my head around it' - especially when I pointed out the specific historical example you were dancing around. Of course I 'get' it, but I think it's a pointless thing to bring up.

I also find it stupid to specify 'fascism' when we're really talking about extremism, which has historically taken root in countless different corners and pockets of marginalized society.

I dunno, boy scouts had a ton of issues, and I always despised the broader organization, but other than kids in uniforms being taught discipline and pride as positive concepts (How dare they!), there's simply no deeper or meaningful connection.

What was Russian, there? I thought it was the PT boats?!

Ah yeah, history, good point. Because Nazi's existed, all organizations are precursors to Hitler Youth. Thanks for pointing me to all that subtle nuance, bud.

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Youth organizations go back at least to the Greek times, Historian.

You guys took some really, really - REALLY weird shit away from Boyscouts, or were in a really, really - REALLY shitty troop.

Anyone who hasn't visited this ship - do so, and plan a whole day for it. There's a submarine and some Russky PT boats to visit as well. EAT A BIG BREAKFAST - food on the ship isn't great, and you don't want to explore the local area.

I spent roughly 1 dozen nights sleeping on this ship with Boyscouts, and good god did I get into trouble. My favorite memory was bringing in a screwdriver, removing the plexi glass behind the shells in the barbett, and leading my buddies inside the main guns.

Inside is a substantial coat of creosote, and it instantly smells of history. There's not too much to see until you climb all the ladders to the bottom of the ship - and you have to be careful and time it right because you climb through a 'fish tank' area where other patrons can see you inside climbing past a plexi-wall. At the bottom, heavy oil all over, ancient lightbulbs with filaments the size of a noodle and putting out a surprisingly dim but warm glow, and a danker, mustier smell that just... warms you, somehow. Down here is the breach of the main gun, but it's huge and not dummy proofed. There was an ancient news paper laying there half rotted away - an antique, but of no consequential date.

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I honestly hope they've secured those panels better these days, I recognize it wasn't ideal I went down there, but I was a mischievous kid. I'm glad I did, and I did so with the utmost respect for the history of that ship. I've recently visited the USS Midway Aircraft Carrier in San Diego - and I can say unequivocally - the Battleship Massachusetts is a far less advanced, and far superior experience. No shade to the Midway, but damn the Massachusetts has moxy.