As we all anxiously await the reopening of the most magical place on earth, many of us have spent considerable time indoors. I, for example, live in a small apartment in the city with my wife. (I am convinced that she believes each person she speaks to on the phone is hard of hearing, such that she shouts into the phone at maximum volume.) [Note: his wife is editing this post and thinks he’s the pot calling the kettle black…] As a result, I have spent a good deal of time pondering other places where this period of isolation might be more fun. Then I got to thinking, “Wouldn’t it…