unique pleasure of spending the night aboard the docked WWII submarine U.S.S. Silversides, along with a pack of Cub Scouts. Onboard, there were many things I expected, but this room was a surprise: a tiny little office. Being old enough to wax nostalgic for the days of the typewriter, this room struck me as being a not-half-bad writing spot. It was to my credit that I didn't sneak off from the Scouts and have a go at it.
Perhaps the U.S.S. Silversides has a future as a writing retreat locale (though lack of plumbing is probably a major drawback...)