Long after midnight, there are doors slamming in the hallway. It could be the new neighbors, the renters half drunk coming home. But no, it is a man and a woman and he is shouting. The words are lost, but the tone is pure and ugly - that all too familiar high-pitched soup of hurt and regret, of control and anger, of desperation. Her voice rises too, and it is hard to know if they are arguing or just angry, or if it is something more.
Wow.....like that woman in the car, I was holding my breath. That juxtaposition was powerful.
It was a hectic few days. Now the city has rolling water and power outages for extra fun.
It's always the best of times, and the worst of times. That's been true forever.
You got that right David - it is a bittersweet world we live in.