No one taps on my window.
When I was in Nome, I had several friends, and most of the time I couldn't have any alone time. Here in Palo Alto, the only time anyone tapped on my window was when I burned the pizza box that was still in the oven when I was preheating it to broil salmon, and my neighbor was being nosey trying to figure out where the smoke was coming from.
My friends would either be knocking on my door or tapping on my window to have me come outside to talk or hang out. I really miss that. I have given up on getting my window tapped, and that allowance has expired.
Next town please...
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