I am sitting here in the study with the windows shut listening to the sound of what can only be described as Spanish-Techno-Polka music. I’m not sure this is an actual genre but it sure would characterize the noise coming from our neighbor’s house — who incidentally also has their windows shut. On the other side we have very lovely neighbors and on our street in general we have a great crowd of families. The house that is currently channeling all power for our listening pleasure for the fourth time this week, however, is cursed. This is the third family that’s lived there and I long for the days when we thought the first owners were awful. Compared to the current occupants they were wonderful. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go find a sombrero, snap some lederhosen on the kids and start dancing.