6:15 a.m.

I hear someone shouting at the next apartment door: Mr. Wilson. 6:15. Time to wake up. Then the jangling of some keys. “Wake up, Mr. Wilson.” Into iPad communicator: “He’s locked the damned door. I can’t find the key.” Well it’s a new voice. People change around here faster than – oh I was goingContinue reading “6:15 a.m.”