Letter from Chicago

From Tara: "Chicago has a prison downtown. Arrow slit windows and all. Tall, with an excercise yard on the roof. Guys in bright orange are always whistling at women walking on the street thirty stories below. Across from the prison is the building I work in. Across from the building I work in is a garage, the roof of which is level with the tenth floor of my building. Ladyfriends of the convicts like to go up to the roof of the garage and strip for the prisoners when they are in the excercise yard on the roof. If your office is on the side of the building that faces the garage, you could be having a board meeting and suddenly have nakedness appear across the narrow alley that separates our building from the garage. Most of the tenants don't seem to mind too much. Still. I have to call all the tenants on that side of the building to ask if they have seen any 'objectionable behavior' lately."