AN UNHOLY RACKET
You can move away from a pothole problem.
But, like a sanskara, it is always waiting, ready to pounce.
You may recall that there was a massive pothole in front of my old apartment last year.
It was so big it became an installation, an obsession and a political statement - and eventually made it into John Kass's column in the Chicago Tribune.
You can read all about it here.
The city eventually covered the pothole with a giant metal plate - which as of yesterday is still there.
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A few months ago, a small but very deep pothole appeared right in front of the new apartment.
Beneath the pothole was a huge hollow area that was far wider than its narrow, visible diameter.
The pothole stayed the same for a couple of months, never getting bigger.
And no one stuck anything in it.
Because, you see, it wasn't a menace.
Then, last Friday, there was a lot of noise in front of the building. It sounded like workers doing something.
Later, there were loud metallic thump-THUMP noises at irregular intervals.
They kept going on all evening.
They were LOUD.
Finally, I went out to investigate.
It seems that the workers had placed a giant metal plate over the pothole.
But they didn't nail it down.
So every time a car went over - which was often - it made a thump-THUMP noise that reverberated throughout the apartment building.
The sound went on all weekend. All day. And all night.
On Saturday I called Dreyfus, and he could hear it over the phone - even though I was inside the apartment, with the window closed.
(It didn't bother me too much at night because I sleep with earplugs. Because loud neighbors can also follow you).
On Sunday I noticed that someone had placed wood shims under the plate, so that it wouldn't make as much noise.
And today I noticed this cryptic stuff...
...which is never a good sign.
Yet it did nothing to stifle the sound.
(If only it went Ba-DUM-dum instead.
Now that would be funny).