When neighbors complain.
We gave a party last night. It was for Father Eric, who’s led the Paulist Productions out here in Los Angeles for the last five years.
He got a major promotion — going to head up Paulists in New York.
We wanted to honor him, and had about 5o people over — along with a band led by another friend of ours, who’s involved in another Catholic organization we support. The drummer came early to set up, and by 6:30PM the music was happening. Our outdoor courtyard was magically transformed into an al fresco stage.
Someone whispered to me, “Father Eric likes to sing” — and so we cajoled him to do a number.
He rocked it, and I felt goosebumps up and down my arm … because I knew, as I looked around, that this was a magic moment. That I would always remember Father Eric for taking the mic, for sharing his voice and for sharing his love.
Later, after the caterers had gone home, I saw I’d gotten a message on my home machine. An angry neighbor had called to complain. We live in a place where he’s a long, long distance away… but evidently the sound wafted over to his cave.
Rather than call him back today and risk getting into an argument, I took the high road and wrote him this note instead. Vin was angry enough that he signed it too.
I doubt this guy will forgive. as I implored him. Our other neighbors wrote us notes this morning about how much they had LOVED the live music. There’s always one who’s looking for a fight. But I didn’t want him to think I was ignoring his call. He’ll get the letter tomorrow and maybe by then, he’ll have calmed down a bit. Or not. At any rate, one buzz-kill will not ruin for us what was intended to be a reminder of how we should “love thy neighbor”.
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