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December 28, 2014
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I love the Catskills!


The “chocolate indulgence party” and special Valentine’s dinner at Aroma Thyme (www.aromathymebistro.com) in Ellenville, NY sounds incredible (as Nat King Cole would say), but again, I’d have to sprout wings to make it. I trust some of you will and report back to me. My invitation to the Brookhouse Gallery (www.brookhousegallery.com) arrived in a timely manner, and the opening reception on the 18th is bound to be memorable, but sadly, I have to decline.

As I peruse the many events, gatherings, shows and exhibits that celebrate love in the coming days, I can’t help but feel an even stronger desire to recover as quickly as my broken body will allow and get back out there, traversing the countryside, basking in the glow that the Catskills emits.

Considering the overwhelming show of love and support that has washed over me during the last month, it would be impossible to respond on an individual basis, so I’m eternally grateful to have this column as a platform to say “thank you” to one and all. I read each and every note, letter, email and tweet (@jonathanfoxIMHO) during the day, and “like a song of love that clings to me, how the thought of you does things to me.” I’ve stopped questioning what I could possibly have done to deserve all of this love and attention, and simply accept it as a gift of life from the community that I cherish.

I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge a few special angels in my life, without whom I would not be writing this today. I love you all, but a special shout-out to Jamie Weisenecker, JoAnne Bitjeman, Lance Tursi, Cherise Barasch and Jackie D’abbraccio is in order. What these folks have done for me is staggering... dare I say “unforgettable, in every way—and forevermore, that’s how you’ll stay.”

To the entire region-at-large... I’ll always be thankful. This love letter is long overdue, and the postage alone would bankrupt me. Words fail me (who’d have thunk it) and I suddenly feel inadequate in expressing what I feel in my heart. While I remain flabbergasted by the love, I accept it gratefully. That’s why, Catskills, it’s incredible that a place so unforgettable—thinks that I am unforgettable too.