Evening T,

I am just coming back to myself after an action-packed weekend here and away.  There’s still no such thing as Father’s Day in Israel,  so I am happy to announce  that I am the only person to wish Ami a Happy Father’s Day and to you  as well even though both of you don’t really buy the whole American/Hallmark celebration.  But as you might guess my dad was thrilled with his card and the extra attention he got today: lunch out with me and dinner with Jeff and the gang, including cutie Eliana.

After a team of 7 guys in red tees arrived promptly at noon yesterday and proceeded to invade my apartment with buckets and cleaning paraphernalia, all 7 windows  and my porch door  were cleaned to the bone.  It’s been a long time since I could enjoy the views from  all the rooms in my apartment. Just another step in creating a perfect space for living over the River again.

But Marla called on Friday to invite me to join them for a concert at Bethel Woods, the site of Woodstock. We were there once, when I took you on a ride through the Borscht Belt of my childhood summers.  We ended up at the Woodstock museum and you were engaged even longer than I was.  It was a mixed bag for me on that trip back in time.  So much was changed, so much run down. But I was with you, making new memories, but we never got to a concert and this was not one for you.  Hall and Oats was part of my rock and roll past.

Helen and Paul joined us for the concert and we all contributed to the tailgate dinner.  Vodka and  cran in plastic cup, avocado/cucumber salad from Fairway, turkey sandwiches from Peter’s Market, chips of beans and Wise and  homemade cupcakes from the new: Mimmy’s Bakery and Family Cafe of Ellenville.

For exercise, we walked together up the hill through the gates as we grabbed up short lawn chairs provided for us and met Marla’s cousins for a great spot on the lawn surrounded by crowd of 6,000, many of our generation who knew the music as it was first created when Hall and Oats were up and coming and cool.

It was a gorgeous  site for a concert and even though this group is frozen in creative time, still playing their old hits, the evening was fun. But as usual, I live in two worlds simultaneously: I am in the present and I am with you. I sat next to Jeff and I looked up at the moon over Bethel Woods and saw your Tanglewood and Beethoven’s 7th and Yo Yo Ma’s Brazil. I was tearing…breathing deeply… missing us…

Tuesday marks 10 months without you.

Miss you on Father’s Day.  Miss you every day!

Bonnie S.