Crisis to crisis. Today's fresh hell: a rather unintelligible phone call from my neighbor Judy. It seems that the jerk neighbor Steve on our floor has been telling tenants that Bobba, our super, has been replaced by the building management. This is bad news, since I think he and his family are great, even if he took his time repairing my ceiling two years ago. So, I've been emailing and phoning our agent to protest.