I think the letter, below, that I received from my public housing office pretty much speaks for itself; however, I would like to add that this letter was slipped under my door at around 4:00 p.m. on September 16, giving me only a few hours before they (maybe) barged into my apartment the next day (on a Saturday) at 8:00 a.m. on September 17 in order to ensure that I haven’t made myself rich by pawning their twenty year old oven and refrigerator. Also, September 17 happens to be Yom Kippur, the holiest day on the Jewish calendar.
I posted a note asking them not to disturb me on Yom Kippur. The note has mysteriously vanished. Maybe they fear a Jewish uprising.
