The (ahem) music from two houses over started up again last night, shortly after eleven, and continued intermittently until well after I quit reading at one and turned out my light. In honour of the sheer obnoxious volume and lack of musical skill shown by my neighbours, I’ve written my own protest song. I borrowed…

Spring has brought the flowers out on my lilac tree –hooray– and the mosquitoes out of the swamps. It has also brought the people two doors down out around their campfire. Personally, I prefer the mosquitos. When the come outside for a fire, they bring their guitar(s). They bring their political protest songs. A bongo drum…