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crazy from the heat Most of the morning was spent trying to decide what I wanted to say to my landlords about my house being shown without my permission. Eventually I composed the following letter just in case I couldn't get the words out when I finally did confront them. I have reason to believe that someone entered my premises without my prior knowledge or consent. The fresh vacuum cleaner marks on the carpet and objects moved from where I left them were obvious signs to me. My being absent for a few days does not give you the right to enter my part of the house. What you did was not only an invasion of privacy, but illegal. You are required by law to give me twenty-four hours prior notice that you wish to enter my premises. I did not give you permission to do so in my absence nor did you ask for it. Do not do that again. There had been a knock on my door last night, but I refused to answer it. I doubted that I could hold a conversation without it being peppered with expletives. I did not want to see them or speak with them and decided that it would be better to discuss it tomorrow when I would be more calm. A few hours before I went to work tonight there was another knock on my door. Since I was still upset I spoke through the door for about five minutes before I opened it. I managed to get my point across and apologies were offered to me along with a promise that it would not happen again. Things will never be the same though. There is a definite downside to the recent bout of warm weather. The heat seems to make people drive more recklessly than they usually do. Last night on my journey home, I had to combat drivers under the influence of a full moon and the spring heat. Today I caught the first wave of rush hour under the muggy gray sky and I couldn't decide which was worse. Then there is the distinct feeling that the number of dirtball cars on the road increases at this time of year. Vehicles that didn't start all winter come to life and troll along the streets. The eyesores become mobile for another season of warmth. Very seldom do I talk about politics. I have problems with thinking in terms of us and them. I do much better with thinking about me and the people that I know in my immediate surroundings. Now in the most recent issue of The New Yorker they talk about the current situation in Kosovo and how America is approaching it. According to the article people seem to either cite Munich or the Gulf of Tonkin when it comes to American intervention in a foreign conflict. Neither argument really helped me decide how I feel about what is happening, because both the Second World War and the Vietnam War are too distant for me. What I can say is that I can not imagine one sixth of the population of Milwaukee being forced to march to Illinois. |