This week me and the fam trekked into the wilds of New England for a brief (working) vacation. When I went to pick up the rental, they didn't have the model I'd requested. So they upgraded us to this tricked-out SUV with a DVD player in the backseat and all sorts of buttons I don't quite understand. I hate when they do that. Family vacations are about parents inflicting their tastes upon children. But the kids today sit in the backseat with their Pretty Little Liars DVDs and their iPod Touches, and go into their own world. It's like they forgot about the jazz, man.