Problems with the people downstairs:
One night, I came home to find the first in a series of notes slipped under my door. Small writing filled both sides of a sheet of loose leaf paper. I didnâ€™t know what to make of it. The note began, â€œDear Neighbor. When you arrive late every night, you are probably concentrating on your chores and donâ€™t realize that this building, this street, the traffic, the people are all very still, very quiet.â€ The care and craftsmanship that went into writing this note was beyond anything Iâ€™d ever heard of from an angry neighbor. I continued reading.