Ben Kendrick: Five years backwards, my overly anxious father found that he could not live without a Zippo lighter marked by the Hard Rock Café in Aspen, Colorado. Reluctantly, I agreed to accompany him on this pilgrimage - a couple hundred miles up twisty, turny, somewhat snow-packed roads. But fortunately I did, because somewhere in the last three quarters of the trip, my father looked over at me, actually past me, gazing on through the passenger window to a rundown sort of building about a block away, proclaiming proudly, “Your mother and I are pretty sure that motel is the site of your conception”.