Any patch of open space is great for a deck party.
Bonus - Exploding Coffins?
Being a construction of your humble blogger Tepid Halibut, with the aim of posting one vintage slide image per day, from now until Kingdom Come. (Or until Mr Halibut gets bored.)

It seemed like a nice quiet town.
Clean, spacious, organised and friendly.
But still, there was that creeping feeling of dread that all the citizens felt.
What was it?
Years later, they realised that the whole town had been built on the largest Native American Graveyard in Utah.
Cue the stereotypical fears and thoughts of "Gateway to Hell". (Irrelevant. It was actually the seeping Radon gas that was killing them.)
Bonus - That Goodness These People Exist ! PLEASE Support them.
And you might think that urban loft living is an invention of the 1990s, but here's Ralph from the late 1960s. After a busy day of Banking, Mergers and Stockbroking, Ralph likes nothing better than to chillout on his urban pad's rooftop patio, snort a few g's of coke, and crash out.
Go Ralph !