Great Escapes
WHEN MY WIFE, Susan, and I were shopping for an apartment in Brooklyn many moons ago, one of our top priorities was outdoor space, which was about as rare as a good parking spot on a rainy night. We looked for months, poring over the New York Times real estate section on Sunday mornings and showing up for crowded open houses at places that always seemed much smaller than advertised. When our determined agent, Phyllis, got a lead on a little garden apartment in a nice neighborhood, I was out of town, but Susan called me minutes after seeing it. “This is the one,” she said. As we signed the contract and made a down payment a few days later, I remember thinking two things: 1. We will never ever…