Every citizen of NYC, at some time or another, will have a crazy neighbor story. A columnist in the Times today shares hers. In the early '90s, her family rented the apartment beside theirs to expand their UWS abode, only to find out the downstairs neighbor was a legit nut job. "One day we came home to a sculpture of precariously stacked wine bottles outside our apartment door." Mr. Crazy glued their locks and covered their door with permanent market, but they did not give up. Why? "[...] The fundamental law of New York real estate: you do not give up a great deal, a really amazing deal in our case, for anything." [NYT]
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