The average city dweller makes a number of sacrifices in the process of personal urbanization. Cars and the parking places they require. Indoor space and the square footage dressers, tables and three-ton sofa sleepers quickly fill. And usually, almost always, outdoor space.
Right now, however, we have a whole lot of the latter. Our yard is like a park. An overgrown, poorly landscaped park, but a park nonetheless. We acknowledge our good fortune with regular games of dog fetch, all sorts of potted plants and lots of time grilling. And as the world continues to spin further off its axis, the simple task of cooking meat over charcoal is more than a way to make dinner—it’s my way of finding a little peace on a noisy planet.