CRASH! THUNK! BOOM! The loud clamor jolts me out of my patio chair, where I am trying to write this column. The dogs startle from their naps. “Did you hear that!?” their expressions ask. “I know it sounds like 25 cars and a locomotive slamming into a block wall,” I reassure them, “but it’s just the roofers next door.” We settle back down. A few minutes later, KABOOM! We jump. This scene repeats all morning as the hardworking roofers detach old clay roof tiles and shove them by mounds into a dumpster 15 feet below. It is not peaceful. However, according to a report that is literally in my hand,…