Kev and I took advantage of a string of 90-degree days that were particularly unusual for early April in suburban New York. Seeing as we were both unemployed at the time, we had nothing to lose except gas money, and decided to venture out in search of a pond, stream, or brook that we could cool off in.We didn't end up finding a swimming hole. Instead, we ended up in a residential park in Sleepy Hollow... home of author Washington Irving. (If you're thinking Ichabod Crane and a headless horseman, you'd be right.)