Dean Peterson is one of the most inquisitive new New Yorkers. Not only did he point out (and in so doing, subsequently solve) the city’s stupidest stairs, but he actually followed through with the decidedly goofy idea of camping in New York City. Peterson took a lady friend for a night in a tent, under what are probably stars if you ignore all those city lights, in Staten Island. “Under the shadow of the Verrazano Bridge.” The results were…well, actually it looked like a pretty charming little evening. I don’t know if “camping” is exactly the right word, but hey! there’s a tent! there’s a campfire! Staten Island’s never looked more feral.