You know who I’m talking about. Last year while camping in a nearly empty campground, I’m camped across a lake inlet from some of the loudest campers I’ve ever seen. Not music or horns, but yelling and arguing all the time. All day long, it was like they had no volume control, but they quieted down at night thankfully. The only time they weren’t yelling at each other is when they took the boat out, but maybe they were just out of earshot. I think the neighbors had enough after a couple of days of that nonsense and host asked them to leave. Then last week another volume control deficient family moves into the next site over. This time though it was more natural. A family with three pre-teen/early-teen aged boys. We all know how brothers can go at it, but these kids would start up at first light and continue all day. I’m fine with this kind of ruckus, to a point, it’s all part of the family dynamic. The parents were oblivious to the constant yelling/whining/“I’m telling mom or dad” going on and never tried to stop it. Sheesh what a nightmare. It was a blessing when the kids went down to the lake to swim, at least the commotion moved 100 yards away.