Someone in New York arranged to have Pegeen Fitzgerald call me.

I didn't have a clue who she was and when the phone rang at 11:30 pm saying I was going to be on WOR in three minutes, I thought they were kidding.

I walked around the kitchen table talking to Pegeen and Ed - the most venerable radio personalities in the world - for more than an hour and a half. I couldn't imagine anyone would be listening, so when the phone rang after we'd hung up, I was sure it was a wrong number - someone wanted to make a reservation!

That summer, The Point was filled with dozens of insomniac geriatrics from New York and New Jersey and dozens more who thrilled to the idea of being a paying house guest in one of the last great, private, Adirondack Camps.

This is one end of the Great Hall. That's a John Dickenson galvanized-steel table flanked by two 18th-century French wingless-griffin down-spouts (Did I tell you I'm a bit eccentric?).