It happens that I live next to a big public school on the Upper West Side. T
he name is Joan of Arc.
This past week, I’ve been entertaining thoughts of burning it down.
Buyers in the country are understandably chary of living next to a chicken farm. They worry about the smell. Those in the city are wary of buying a condo or co-op next a playground. They are concerned about noise and rowdy behavior.
Of course, I knew about such issues when I moved back to Manhattan from Washington, D.C. and rented the apartment in which I now live on short notice. A year after living in the place, I bought it.
Yes, there was noise from entering and exiting students three times a day – morning, noon and afternoon. But it hardly bothered me, even though I live on the first floor and work in my home office practically on the sidewalk.
Everything changed more than a week ago, when the preliminary work of installing new windows began. The process of erecting scaffolding around the school started after school hours and continued until midnight. Continue reading →
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