My neighbor Very Frey knows everything. In particular, he can look at 14 boxes of old papers stacked on both sides of my condo door and figure out where the stuff can be secreted in my apartment. Problems: I want to keep the empty shelves in the bedroom closet ready for guests; I don’t want to shove the boxes under the bed and risk bad fungshui…

“Here,” said Vern, striding into my office and pointing to the lovely, minimalist wall under the world map directly across from my desk.

“But I don’t want to see the boxes!”

“You’ll be working on them in here, won’t you.” he said. It wasn’t a question. “Out of sight, out of mind.”

“That’s the point,” I said.

“That’s the point.”