I grew up at a time when every campground—and these were camps, not cottages—had an outhouse. My friend's grandparents built a camp on a small pond up north in the 1940s. The outhouse was named Myra. As far as I knew while I was growing up, the moniker had no significance, but I’ve since learned that my friend's grandmother had an unpopular neighbor by the same name. These days most “camps” have running water and indoor plumbing, but at festivals, outdoor weddings, and constr