This past summer my parents retraced a road trip they took 40 years ago. They drove from Northern Minnesota to Parry Sound along the North Shore of Lake Superior. The wood-paneled station wagon has been replaced by a golden, automatic-sliding-doored mini van. The free living room floors are replaced by paid for hotel rooms with cable and mini bars. The long dark hair with which they were often mistaken for Native Americans, is now the neat silver bob and the salt-n-pepper side-part of two New Yorkers. The appearances have changed and the comfort level has drastically altered, dare I say improved? But, it seems, most things are as they ever were.