twelveA GAME OF INCHES
THURSDAY, JUNE 7, 2007
"Did someone leave the radio on in the bathroom?" I asked Jared. There was a faint sound of classical music.
"No. It's coming from outside. It started while you were away and happens every night."
We live in an apartment building in New York. There are neighbors on all sides. We're used to hearing TV shows from below, and the little kid in the apartment directly above us has a favorite game: throwing a bunch of marbles on the floor and then throwing himself around the room violently. I'm not sure how you keep score. As I write this, he's running rapidly from room to room crashing into things. I can't wait until he's old enough for paintball.
Anyway. This classical-music-late-at-night thing had never ...