I love staying in hotels. Somebody cleans your room and makes the bed, the toilet paper never runs out and the towels are always clean, you can come at go at will. And then there is room-service breakfast, probably my favorite decadent pleasure of all time. To this day, I vividly remember a newspaper conference in Miami about 20 years ago. Three mornings in a row I was drinking orange juice and coffee and eating toast and bacon while sitting on the balcony and alternately reading the paper and gazing at the ocean view. Man, I thought, if I could choose how to live, this would be it.