Alexander Kobulnicky

With my prodigious MS Paint skills, I made this map of my apartment building. I have an unusual address, on a one-way street that descends a steep hill, makes a 90 degree turn left, and descends another steep hill, surrounded on all sides by six-story buildings. On the outside corner of the street is my apartment building, with a big courtyard in front. I live on the first floor, in the back corner where the X is.

Consequently when the wind blows, as it has been lately, it roars down one street, turns a corner and roars down the other. Wind being poor at making sharp turns, it invariably collects in the courtyard, where it whirls ceaselessly in an eddy current. The upshot is that the plastic bags, newspapers and candy bar wrappers blowing in the wind all fetch up outside my window in great heaps. When the wind picks up, they form into a dust devil, which can reach two stories tall, and sometimes develops enough force to blow the windows out of their tracks.

I only mention this because it seems like a pretty unusual problem.