MEMOIR
Winning a Woman’s Heart
By washing the dishes — who’d-a-thunk it?
In retrospect, I probably should have realized this deal wouldn’t be a perfect fit. But I was a country boy at heart living in Greenwich Village, New York, and with summer coming, I wanted a vacation spot to visit when the weather got intolerably hot.
At the time, I had a friend who asked if I wanted to buy a summer share at a house in the Hamptons where he’d be spending summer weekends. Not being a beach guy, I declined. But it got me to thinking, and I found an ad in the Village Voice advertising shares in a Berkshire Mountains singles camp for adults.
That sounded like a plan! I answered the ad and paid for a share that allowed me attendance for 5 weekends and all the summer weekdays when most of the campers would be back in the city working their 9 to 5’s and the cabins were almost vacant. I, on the other hand, was at the end of my music career and the beginning of my cab-driving adventure. With no set schedule, I could take advantage of many solitary weekdays in the country by the lake and mountains.
Almost all of the “campers” were successful professionals (read lawyers, doctors, and Wall-Streeters). I was the odd man out. When I professed my love for country music and revealed my “profession,” the crew at my house…
