James Lyne at his finestIt’s very easy in this day and age to be so caught up in your own life that you forget where you came from: your mom and dad.That’s right, they put up with you as a crying, diaper-wearing infant, the hellion you were as a toddler, the brat you were at age 10, and the spoiled car-expecting teenager. They put up with all of that, and they still love you. Hats off to them.This weekend my dad and brother came to Charlottesville for a men’s weekend. We didn’t have a set agenda or game plan, but we did have beer, and hey, what more do you need?Over the course of the next 24 hours, we motored down Skyline Drive, hiked Humpback Rocks, drank at Devils Backbone Brewery, drove over a spirited mountain pass in my dad’s Subaru WRX STI, ate fried chicken, drank some more, shot a ton of skeet, shot pistols, and had excellent barbecue. Not half bad for not having a game plan.The point here is that you don’t need a big event or holiday to get together with your parents. My dad is the man, and while I knew it well before this weekend, all the fun we had just confirmed my thoughts. So take a few minutes after work today, call your parents, and plan a weekend visit. You may be surprised at how cool they are.