When I was a child my grandmother owned a small hotel in the Catskills where my family spent idyllic summers. Sadly when I was 11 she was no longer able to run it and it was sold. But when I think about the hotel it seems only yesterday we were all there together. (See My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel, Hotel Kittens – for Grandma Esther, and Our Special Guests) My father worked in the city during the week, and drove up to join us on weekends. On Friday...