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.