Not the WORST neighbors ever, but definitely up there.
Imagine, if you will, that you live next door to Henry Kissinger. He waves hello in the halls. He puts mail of yours that he accidentally received back into your mailbox. But you can’t get out of your mind that you live next to Henry “War Crimes” Fucking Kissinger.
Well, that’s actually not my essay at all, but imagine you lived next to Kissinger in 1970 rather than today. And imagine he decided, one day, that you, and everyone else in the building, were the enemy. That’s a little closer, but still nothing like my essay in this week’s: New York Obsever- New Yorker’s Diary. You’re going to have to find out what it’s about for yourself. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Dear Paul,
While surfing the net yesterday looking for some Marc Jacobs hand-knit wool cozies to protect the motion detectors we recently installed on the Avenue B roof, I came across your well written and quite funny article in the Observer. Apparently “rooftop diplomacy” and “designer rooftop motion detector covers” offer the same return results on Google.
At any rate, I loved the article. I think you have quite a future in fiction ahead of you. In order to provide you with a better view next summer we’ll consider installing a submarine periscope to the base of the bamboo planter to offer you viewing pleasure “from the Seagram Building to Williamsburg Bridge” from your own corner of the roof. Of course, it will be bolted to face the hummus shop exhaust fan so you’ll have to crank it rather high to see anything but consider it a little cardio workout to help you work off those extra few pounds from the winter.
Cheers!
PS: We would have loved to have shared our private rooftop that we rented and is in our lease with you from time to time and even let you use it for your own gatherings all those weekends we were away – if only you had asked. Perhaps next summer you will.