As a writer, I have the luxury of taking my vacations when I want, and I prefer off season. A few years ago I waited until after Labor Day and then I rented a cabin in the woods in New England. What a glorious vacation! I made arrangements to be driven up to this cabin with a month of supplies, and there I stayed. I had no phone, and the nearest neighbors were a few miles away. For safety's sake, I had them come by every two or three days to make sure that I was well, but outside of Mr. and Mrs. Parker I saw no one for an entire month. Now I love the hustle and bustle of New York City, but that exquisite solitude was a welcome time away. Away from my computer, away from my cell phone, away from the crowds and the perpetual noise of the City That Never Sleeps, away from everything, I found me. And "me" was the best companion of all for that perfect vacation.