During those ghetto days when life was no fun without a scandal happening by someone somewhere within our spheres. Rumors would be dissipated from mouth to ear, house to house and most commonly wall to wall. And I have coined it today as “concrete wars”- thus the spread of scandalous rumors through writings, mostly by chalk or charcoal, from anonymous sources through concrete walls. Simple phrases like “pat&jane” “Mr. ch & Ruth/Mrs. E” or “Mrs. H &ken/ Mr. K” often sent the whole society swirling in a mixture of frenzy, fun and rage like a hurricane. It was much more than breaking news. It was simply “life.” The way we lived and viewed the universe around. Always a great relief when the deeds of yester night missed what seemed like an all-seeing eye in the neighborhood; made evident by the absence of one’s name written – on the wall.