My loyal readers may remember that I spent happy childhood summers at my grandmother’s small hotel in the Catskills. (My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel and Hotel Kittens – for Grandma Esther) Here’s another hotel memory, though this one is bittersweet. Every summer for many years a busload of guests would come up from the city for a two-week stay. The arrival of these “special guests” was a much anticipated event, and I remember waiting on the lawn...