Dear Vio­lin Player Who Just Moved In Next Door,

Remem­ber last year, after Fat Video Game Guy Sprawled Naked On Bed moved in, when I decreed that, for the love of God, every­one needs to keep their cur­tains drawn? Of course not—you didn’t live here yet—but I take it back.

Or this spring, when Shouts At Sob­bing Wife For Being So Stu­pid moved in, and I decided that peo­ple in your build­ing need to either hurry up and get divorced or close their damn win­dows? You missed that too, but I take it back.

I don’t know who you are, but the sound of your vio­lin echo­ing through the court­yard makes me happy. Keep prac­tic­ing, and keep that win­dow open.