I have a neighbhour who smokes and is always outside sitting on the curb with those fashionable (?) big chunky headphones on, and when I say “always” I mean I have seen him many dozens of times now and he’s never been doing anything else: sitting, smoking, headphones, avoiding eye contact. I judged this book by its cover a bit. So it was quite interesting to discover that he’s quite friendly, and — curve ball — he’s listening to jazz classics…exclusively…on cassette tape! Quirky.