H grew up at Biltmore. OK, not literally. But his grandfather was in a nursing home there and as a kid he hated to visit. His parents would just drop him off at Biltmore for the day. It was much less touristy then. He said it was often just him and the security guards and he’d just wander around all day. (Can you imagine doing that now?!) He wants to work there as a guide after we retire, though a nighttime security guard would be his dream job. We also got engaged there and have been so often that I get annoyed by all of the tourists in “our house.” For H’s 50th I got us a private tour which was fun. I got to stand up on the roof balconies and wave to all the tourists like I was the queen. LOL
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