Live from the campground- in our case, the back yard. just had a fine dinner of roasted Hebrew Nationals, mac and cheese, heirloom watermelon and ice-cold Pilsner-Urquell (Red Bicyclette Rose in Abbey's case). Tiki torches with citronella fuel- de rigeur on campouts here in the deciduous heartland- round out the atmosphere. Dusk approaches; it's time to brush teeth, snuggle up and tell ghost stories.
