Dear Downstairs Neighbor,

I have stood by you through the endless piano/cello duets, through the endless Bach and finger exercises after you broke up with your cello playing boyfriend, and through the frankly misanthropic attempts to play show tunes from memory at all hours of the day and night.

And yes, I am guilty of playing the show tunes you attempt to play from memory. And the Christmas carols. And Rocky Horror. So complaining about that is neither here nor there. But.

Playing the recorder at 12:20 AM?

You go too far, downstairs neighbor. Obviously, this means war.

Sincerely,

Kevin Inman
Upstairs Neighbor,
Concerned Citizen,
And Person of Discerning Muscial Taste