Several years ago, I was awakened when my doorbell rang at 2 AM. I was terrified—could it be an intruder or a junkie? Or worse, could it be a cop bringing me bad news about my elderly parents?
Without turning on the lights, I crept to the front door to look out the peephole, making sure my Mannlicher-Carcano was handy in case of real trouble. When I looked out, I saw a colleague of mine walking away. Turned out he just wanted to drop something off, and he just happened to pick the wee hours to do so.
The next day, I wrote him a letter (he didn’t have e-mail) chewing him out for dropping in when he did—and he was surprised that I was so angry. Apparently, in the Bohemian lifestyle which he led, dropping in unannounced at any hour was no big deal.
Incidentally, he was once on FR with the screen name “Godless Bolshevik,” or something similar, which reflected his actual worldview. He was quickly zotted, for some strange reason.
Wow that is crazy late to knock on someone’s door.