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Not to worry, Taxman...I'll fit right in down there. I have miraculously been spared the curse of the New York accent (though I certainly can do a wicked one if I want to).

Be that as it may, I KNOW that somehow I am a country girl trapped in a city girl's body. When I was a kid, my family would spend the summer at my grandparents' cottage on a lake in rural Pennsylvania. Every single time we left there, I cried inconsolably from the moment we turned off the dirt road at the lake until hours after we arrived back home in NYC. I never wanted to leave, and when I take my own kids up there in the summers now, I still get misty-eyed on the way back home.

I'll fit right in, you'll see -- I'll charm 'em with my sparkling personality and my decidedly UN-Damnyankee attitude. (Heck, I'm not even a Yankee fan -- I prefer to torture myself by being a Met fan instead).

Regards,