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When I was a new young professor, I lived on campus. Several professors helped me move in and commented that I'd probably enjoy living in that area although "Old Man Hoge" often got it into his head to play his violin in the middle of the night--the Music Building was a bit down the road.
Everyone was so blase about it and I figured that if they were so casual about it, it must not be too disturbing.
Months later I found out that "Old Man Hoge" had been dead for years and years.
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