Spent the night in Springfield, MA (home of the Basketball Hall of Fame, an amazing place.) The motel I stayed in is pretty unremarkable except for one thing: the toilets are nearly silent. I’m in awe every time I have to use the can. You hit the button on the side of the porcelain god and the water (and waste) silently, but still forcefully, disappears. It’s just not a toilet without that obnoxious “whoosh” sound. I stood there and flushed the thing five times for fun. Amazing.