It’s been five months since I darkened the doorway of any one of my habitual neighborhood joints. Instead, I’ve spent at least an hour each week on my front stoop, with a glass of wine from a bottle I bought at the bar down the street. As COVID-19 forces the rolling closure of city dwellers’ third places — the taverns, cafes, no-frills eateries, and other spaces apart from home and work, where we go to build community over a bite or a cold beer — we’ve improvised, in parks, yards, and driveways, through windows and on screens.“Stoop Bar” has its drawbacks. It needs almost daily cobweb...…It’s been five months since I darkened the doorway of any one of my habitual neighborhood joints. Instead, I’ve spent at least an hour each week on my front stoop, with a glass of wine from a bottle I bought at the bar down the street. As COVID-19 forces the rolling closure of city dwellers’ third places — the taverns, cafes, no-frills eateries, and other spaces apart from home and work, where we go to build community over a bite or a cold beer — we’ve improvised, in parks, yards, and driveways, through windows and on screens.“Stoop Bar” has its drawbacks. It needs almost daily cobweb...WW…