I back up to a through street, a couple of blocks from the fire station. The main street noise I notice is the firemen driving their huge fire truck past my house with the sirens going and honking their horn as they blast through the four-way stop at the corner, three houses down. It seems to happen twice a day, right at meal times, and they always seem to be headed North to Highway 42. I've about decided they're just making a BBQ run to Artman's.
On the other hand, I've noticed that the older I get, the more the noise of people having fun without me bothers me, which is odd, since my hearing's getting so bad I have to blast the TV a full volume just to make out what they're saying half the time. So maybe it's just me.
But the great thing about living long enough to see the 21st century, is that now there's a place you can always go to complain about stuff like that -- the interwebs!
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