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March 29, 2007
My neighbor, who has the gift of knowing everything about everyone in the neighborhood without being a snoop, tells me that the night before I returned from my business trip, a documentary was being filmed in the courtyard. So if I had been here, instead of in my impersonal hotel room in another city, I would have been kept up all night by the thrumming of the generator used to power the bright lights, the yells of the actors and the director, the set up and take down. Taking that extra night worked out just fine, at least for me.