Over the memorial day weekend, I travelled to upstate New York to visit my dad, who lives outside of Rochester in a little town called Canandiagua. He has a six-acre farm there with his wife, Sondra. It was an immensly relaxing trip. While I was there, I helped out around the farm, went to chuch where my dad preaches, took some little trips out to meet their friends, and generally just had a good time.