When I was a teenager, my parents bought a cabin at the beach as a little getaway for the family. My brothers and sisters had moved out by then, so it was mostly just me and the parents. The cabin was about an hour’s drive from our home, and my parents liked to spend about one weekend a month at the beach cabin. Activities there included going to the beach to collect agates and shells or staying in and playing cards or reading. This was long before computers, the internet, or cell phones. Importantly, there was no TV at the beach cabin. My parents did not want a TV there. They were trying to get away from the cares of the world for a little bit. For a teenager, this experience was like death warmed over. I dreaded these weekends. No TV. Are you kidding me? What was I supposed to do all weekend? I was not a big reader at that point in my life. Card games, yeah, okay, but how many waking hours can you play pinochle? Staring out the big picture window at the ocean was interesting ...