I’ve been laid up for a few days, recovering from a flu, producing no writing of any merit except, possibly, the following passage from a Saturday afternoon email that a friend encouraged me to post.
This morning, around 7:00 AM, I was awakened by someone singing in my hallway. Bellowing, really, at the top of his lungs. It was an old man’s voice, and in between the five or so seconds that he would pause for breath, he would sob. I couldn’t understand a word of what he was singing, and I’ll admit to thinking, initially, that he was drunk. But then I noticed a funny thing: nobody was telling him to shut up. And my hallway, on my floor, is packed with trigger tempered people who don’t allow much from their fellow neighbors when it comes to an excess of noise. But nobody, not once, said a thing. It was silent in the hallway.
This went on for ninety minutes, at least. I’ve caught a flu, and so I faded out when I went back to bed. But it was still going on at 8:30 when I next woke – and still nobody in the hallway, nobody telling him to shut up.
I went back to bed, and when I woke, the singing was gone, replaced by a constant ringing of the man’s doorbell by mourners coming to pay their respects to his just deceased wife.