I came home one day to hear radio playing really loud from one of the apartments on my floor. It turned out that it was from the apartment next to mine as the was talk radio seeping through my south-side wall. My only complaint was that it was muffled and I couldn’t make out what the radio people were going on about. I don’t usually listen to talk radio, but the way they were yelling it must have been something interesting.
On another day, he (my neighbor) was playing the hits of the eighties. “Sunglasses at night” and “Cruel Summer”. I like these songs OK but hoped he’s play some Zeppelin as I thought it might sound neat coming through the wall.
I should say that in two years living here I’ve never heard a peep from that direction. I though that the man who lives there had moved. I heard some really loud yelling, too, and thought that a disfunctional family had moved in. I was a little apprehensive about that.
A while later I saw my neighbour as he was getting on to the elevator. He hadn’t moved. He apologized for playing his radio so loud. He’d been having ear trouble and hadn’t realized how loud the radio was. I said it wasn’t a problem, that I’d wondered what was going on since I’d never heard a sound from him before. I don’t think he heard me.