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Labor Day Weekend I headed up to my Dad's cabin in Monroe, New York. Skirting NYC to the left, traffic wasn't too bad except for about 15 minutes of a jam on the NY Thruway. Road tripping up, I was reacquainted with how great an album Achtung Baby is from U2. I didn't intentionally pull it from the case, it just was luck of the draw. His parents had first bought the place back in the late 50's as a refuge from New York City life, constraining and containing as it was. My grandparents had immigrated from Germany after WWI to the U.S. and did the whole American Dream thing. A cabin in the woods and by the lake was a small sign that America was their home. My Dad has spent the last 25 years or so rehabbing the place. The restoration of the Sistine Chapel even didn't take this long. It has kind of been my Dad's hobby and he fashions himself as Yukon George, forsaking modern amenities. Not really though. I did make him get a cell phone so that if he had an acc