I live in an inexpensive apartment in Center City. It seems like the wall between my unit and the adjacent one is not much thicker than a piece of loose leaf. And I am not talking about the quality parchment you find in a Five Star notebook.

When the dude next door sneezes, he fucking screams. The occurrence usually includes at least three sneezes with the requisite outbursts of yelling. Perhaps, my man has a medical concern that causes the fits. Or maybe dude simply could care less about his neighbor.

I should not complain. The above-described noise is more tolerable than the constant sirens and the motorcycles on Broad Street or the shouting that emanates from one of the residents of the new encampment of homeless folks in the alley behind the building I live in.