As the pandemic plods along and I continue to largely self-quarantine at home with my partner, our dogs and my mother, I have been coming up with imaginative and increasingly desperate ways to pretend like I’m somewhere else.   I know I’m not the only one. I’ve read articles about parents setting up in-home “pub crawls” for their newly 21-year-olds, Zoom dance parties for milestone birthdays and virtual tours of tropical isles. I read a great essay by a kindred spirit who opened a “pretend restaurant” for...