My dad and Ken's dad were two very different people, but they got along just fine. Mine ran his own scrap metal business and had lived in the same house for more than fifty years, the one I grew up in! Ken's dad was a lieutenant colonel in the Royal Canadian Air Force and they lived in just about every province in Canada, as well as in Germany, where Ken was born.
My dad didn't go far in school, and was uneducated in the traditional sense, but he was a self-taught man, who possessed earthy wisdom. He loved talking to people about any subject - had a knack for storytelling, and he'd have you hanging off his every word. My Dad never wrote much but loved to read, especially about different cultures of the world; in a way, he travelled to distant countries via the books he read.