The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.

Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases load our kids into the car and drive from tense crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island with stretches of sea and sandy beaches rocky coasts and pine trees. We barbecue swim lie around and try to do nothing.

When I was in New York I was making a living. We had a summer house and a car that I could put in a garage. That's something for a stage actor.

When I grew up there wasn't air-conditioning or anything of that nature and this old car had a wall thickness of about ten inches. So we had a little warmer house in the winter and a little cooler in the summer.

In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.

I was an economics major in college and every summer after school I would drive my car from California from Claremont men's college at the time to New York. And I worked on Wall Street.

The summer of 2002 at the Wilson birthday party I met Van Dyke again and I made plans to have dinner with him.

I'm a summer baby so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

What I loved about 'Summer' was that they were these four bright kids with a wonderful future. In a way she was the one with the brains and then you have the beauty queen and the jock and the introvert.