Summertime in New York is a special time for the lucky folk who enjoy eight long weeks in the sun, relaxing outdoors, while their children frolic in kiddie pools, outside on the concrete. And yes, I am talking about those of us fortunate enough to stay home and sleep in our own mosquito-free bedrooms. That would be me and I can proclaim happily "I love the city in the summertime!" However when June comes around and my friends are fleeing upstate I still get a little pang of curiosity, if you will. Is the country for me now that I have a little family of my own? Wouldn't it be wonderful to play guitar outside in the evening and actually SEE the stars? My daughter knows "Twinkle, twinkle" by heart but I don't think she actually knows what a star IS! Anyhoo, I just came back from a 2 day stint upstate where I sang in Woodridge Bungalow to a dynamite group of mothers and daughters (and mothers helpers of course) and a quick drop-in to camp Emunah where we brought the house DOWN. Btw, if any campers got pics, please email them to me. It was raining way too hard to look for my camara in the trunk of my car.