Roman Mars: This is 99% invisible. I’m Roman Mars.
Melissa Lee: My name is Melisa Lee, and originally I’m from Hastings-on-Hudson New York.
(voice): This is a small town, I suppose you have to make your own fun.
(voice2): Everybody makes their own fun. If you don’t make it yourself, it ain’t fun. It’s entertainment.
Melissa: I guess the big activity would be walking downtown, after school and you could hang out by the wall and watch people that you knew go by.
Roman: So not a lot going on in Hastings-on-Hudson New York.
Melissa: It’s about two square miles but right outside New York City. So sort of like, you know there a lot out there to do but there’s not actually a lot to do right where I was.
Roman: Besides people watching, Melissa and her friends would also collect geodes.
Melissa: We did collect geodes, yes.
Roman: You know about geodes, right?
Melissa: Break your own geodes.
Roman: The rocks are brown and lumpy on the outside but when you smash them apart….
Melissa: Inside would be some crystalline structures. And you have no idea from the outside what you’re getting, so you kind of take a chance on it. That inside you’ve got something great.
Roman: Usually Melissa and her friend Liz would buy a few geodes at the store downtown and take them home and smash them apart with a hammer. But one day, when Melissa was thirteen…..
Melissa: We were too impatient. We just want to know what was inside. There was a parking lot nearby and it was an apartment building, and we decided to just throw it against the side of the wall as hard as we could and hope It will crack open that way. And I think that was the first time that we had tried to open them that way without a hammer. Just by throwing it. So I threw mine a few times and finally, it did crack open against the wall. Liz kept throwing hers and it wouldn’t crack open. There only one little window in these whole back of this apartment building. My friend Liz kept throwing hers and…..just a big expanse of brick…..and Liz kept throwing hers wouldn’t crack open. So I threw mine…..
And we saw it going towards the window and then….I mean it felt like it was slow motion. Her aim just went wild and I’m kind of like, “Noooooo!” Then the geode went right through the window, breaking the glass and shattering it everywhere. We heard this huge crashing sound. Glass had broken and now was lying all over the parking lot floor and the geode was inside. My first reaction was just pure, full-on fear. I hated doing things wrong, I hated getting in trouble and I just got that terrible, sinking, feeling in my stomach, and I just want to get out of there. We were such good kids, I mean this is what we did for fun. We broke open geodes. We never did anything wrong and now we had committed this heinous act. It was sort of like, a quintessential wrong thing that kids can do. I mean, I always saw, you know, tv shows or read comic books were kids would break a window.
And then they had their face of the dilemma. Do they go back and tell the guy that they did it or not?
Boy: Hey let’s get out of here!
Melissa: We froze for about ten seconds and then my friend Liz ran forward. She reached into the broken glass and grabbed the geode, and we both ran. After initially running, some sort of moral compass started up and we realized that we had to go back, and we have to find this person and tell them what we did.
Roman: Melissa and Liz went back to the apartment building.
Melissa: And we tried to figure out where the window led to but when we went around to the front, it was very confusing which door might lead to that window. So we knocked in a few doors and everyone whose door we knocked on said it wasn’t their window. You know, we probably did that for ten minutes and then I think we were like, “Well I think we did all that we can do.” and we were probably really glad that we tried but we weren’t able to find out whose window it was in the end.
Roman: Still feeling guilty Melissa avoided downtown and the window for a couple of months. Which wasn’t easy in a small town.
Melissa: I thought that we would just go back our business and somebody would fix the window. And I would never have to think about it again.
Roman: But when Melissa finally did go back to the window, it was still broken.
Melissa: Like a cartoon. Just like, you know, jagged edge hole that was sitting there. Even the glass shards that had fallen into the parking lot was still lying there. It was pretty much in pristine condition from the day that we had broken it. Until months and months later. It stayed almost exactly the same.
Roman: But it was clear that the apartment was occupied.
Melissa: Actually we could see a tv on inside sometimes, so we knew somebody did live there. And sometimes the window would be raised up or lowered down. So someone was moving this window around but the hole was always still in it. We just could not even imagine who this person was that wasn’t doing anything to fix this window. There weren’t even putting tape over it. And we’d even go by in the winter and see that the hole was still there.
Roman: The window stayed broken as Melissa finished middle school and finished high school….
Melissa: It just hadn’t gone away like I wanted it too.
Roman: They went away to college….
Melissa: And I was shocked to find that it was still broken, even after I’d left town.
Roman: And this became the pattern for Melissa. She’d go away, do some growing up, but when she came home she’d see that window and feel exactly like the thirteen-year-old kid she was when she broke the window.
Melissa: When I think about thirteen that’s like my most awkward, horrible age. The sight of this window would just bring me right back the feeling like a middle schooler again.
Roman: Melissa is thirty-six now. Think about the milestones you pass between thirteen and thirty-six.
Melissa: I went away to college for four years and by the end of that I felt pretty grown up.
Roman: Came home saw the window, felt like a thirteen-year-old.
Melissa: And then after that, I’ve traveled the world for nine months.
Roman: Came home saw the window, felt like a thirteen-year-old.
Melissa: I went to graduate school.
Roman: Came home….
Melissa: I moved to Washington DC…..
Roman: Saw the window…
Melissa: I got married….
Roman: You get the idea.
Melissa: As much as I was changing, this part of my past was completely frozen. As soon as I saw the window, I was just brought right back to those middle school days when we had broken it.
Roman: So in 2011…
Melissa: When I’m about 35 years old….
Roman: 22 years after she and her friend broke the window.
Melissa: I decide to find out, once and for all, whose window it is and apologize. And I guess offer to pay for it as well. Now I’m recording this time for real.
Sister: I don’t want to be mean to you.
Melissa: So I go downtown with my sister accompanying me for courage. The hole is still there in the window and my heart is beating so fast.
Melissa (on tape): Should I just say, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. I just believe that like I know who broke the window.
Sister: She’s right there.
Melissa: And I very very nervously blurt out, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to bother you. I’m just trying to actually make amends for….um..I think that years ago, I’m not sure about it but I think my friend and I broke that window and so I kind of just wanted to make amends for it.”
Male Owner: You broke it?
Melissa: I think so.
Male Owner: And you’re telling me now?
Melissa: Well, I actually try to find you at the time and I couldn’t find you. And then twenty years later I came back to my hometown that I had left. You know, I haven’t been back since then, and basically, that’s what happened. So I just wanted to kind of find out, you know whose it was.
Male Owner: I didn’t. I don’t.
Female Passerby: Hi. How are you?
Male Owner: God, she just said she’s been looking for me 20 years and she just said she found me! You believe it?
Male Owner: For twenty years!
Melissa: Well I left town for a while….
But he didn’t want to talk to me. He thought it was amusing that I was now fessing up, and when I offered to pay for it he said….
Male Owner: No. Don’t worry about it.
Melissa: No? I’m surprised.
Male Owner: It’s been like that for so long.
Melissa: I know.
Male Owner: Everybody likes it.
Melissa: Why did you just decide to leave it like that? Get a nice breeze in the back there.
Male Owner: The landlord had never fixed it.
Melissa: The landlord had never fixed it.
Male Owner: He never did. Well, he’s looked for the person that did it.
Melissa: And when I offered to pay for it he said no, that he’d gotten used to it. He just left it.
Male Owner: I grew with that broken window you did. In fact, I love it.
Male Owner: I wouldn’t get a fix for nothing.
Melissa: Anyway, I’m sorry but I’m glad that you’ve come to like the broken window. My name is Melissa by the way.
Male Owner: Okay. I got you. Good Luck.
Melissa: Thank you. It was nice to meet you after all these years. I’ve wondered about it.
Roman: That’s kind of an understatement.
Melissa: Whatever it was that was keeping me you know, stuck in middle school. There was sort of keeping him stuck with this broken window. And he just was content to live with it.
Roman: The broken windows theory proposed in 1982, says that a seemingly a small act of vandalism if it goes unfixed, can precipitate further vandalism and even more serious crime. That really didn’t happen here, except for Melissa’s life on the lam for twenty years. But the broken window did weigh on Melissa and I’m guessing that it affected the man in the apartment more than he’s letting on. And a random passerby less so. And Hastings-on-Hudson New York shouldered on without missing a beat. Architecture is personal. The strangest part of our inner action with the built environment is what can be so evocative and meaningful for you. Can mean absolutely nothing to someone else.
Melissa: These time when I was in town, I just didn’t really even… I think I was even in town for a few days before I even thought about the window. I didn’t really even wonder about it very much. And then, in the end, I didn’t even go down and look.
Roman: Ninety-nine percent invisible is Sam Greenspan and me, Ramon Mars. It’s a project of ninety-one point seven local public radio. KALW in San Francisco and the American Institute of Architects in San Francisco.