Memorial Day, the traditional start of the summer season with its vacations, festivals, barbecues foreign travels, and long lazy days at the beach. Perhaps not this year. Today we should have been packed and ready to leave for Europe. Flights, trains and hotel bookings were all in order. But needless to say we are not going anywhere. Like millions of others we are stuck, and everything is canceled. We should be thankful that we are stuck at home. A cousin of mine went on a long-anticipated two-week tour of India and was held under quarantine in a small hotel in Amritsar without air-conditioning for two months. So we are lucky really. We will try to create a shadow version of our European summer here on Long Island. We can sit on the terrace wearing shorts and straw hats and drinking French wine. The scenery is not quite as spectacular, but at least we weren’t planning to go to the Himalayas. The question in your mind, and mine, is: can the deprivation of luxuries really be described as