As a kid we used to spend summers in a very rural house (shack) in the middle of nowhere near New Paltz, New York. To give you an idea of the living conditions, we only had an outhouse for the first two summers. Anyway, my father would work all week in NYC and just come up for weekends. I remember the rage when he walked in late Friday night or Saturday morning that weekend, screaming about the goddamn hippies closing the Thruway.