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There is something to be said for the silence of a cold, overcast winter's day in December. Away from the noise of the city and suburbs it gives me a sense of peace, of calm that lets me escape from the woes and cares of everyday existence. Such as they are.
Kids and grandkids went out on an excursion, The Missus Herself is napping, and I'm outside, wandering around, doing nothing except watching and looking.
Saw a couple of squirrels doing squirrel things in the nearby wood, there was also a woodpecker of some sort, pecking wood. No doubt seeking sustenance wherever it can be found.
Sure, modern life isn't far away. The occasional car driving past on the street, which is some distance from where I stood. Plus the occasional aircraft from Baltimore Washington International, which isn't far away.
But even those sounds are muffled, perhaps by the cold, I don't know and I don't care, it simply is and it's something to be savored.
For back home, though I love the place, it's always noisy. Police and ambulance sirens, some idiot man-child revving his over powered engine and, far too often, two or more idiot man-children racing their cars on the streets of the town. Yes, I don't like that concept, far too often it ends with someone being hurt, or dying, in a crash. Life is too short for that nonsense.
Feel the need for speed? Join a racing club, they have those ya know, don't endanger the citizens with your infantile automotive antics.
Had that happen once at Chez Tuttle et Nuke, we were outside and we could hear loud engines off in the distance. Eventually they showed up in the quiet neighborhood, roaring down the dead end street (about a mile further on it loops back) making hellacious noises and traveling at a speed well in excess of the speed limit.
Numerous phones came out to take pictures and call the local constabulary. I noted that both vehicles had illegal tinted covers over the license plates on the back and no license plates on the front. All the windows were heavily tinted, even the windshield. Don't know if the police ever caught up to them or not. Silly idiots will eventually kill themselves or go to prison after killing someone else, that type always seems to. Knew a few of that type hoodlum back in the day, none of them survived to their 30s.
Anyhoo, it's quiet here right now, and it's oh-so-pleasant.
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Sounds like a nice, lazy, contemplative meader in weather that's perfect for it. Nice looking neighborhood, but to this CA native, way too much vegetation. Looks unnatural to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteBack in my deputy days, an EVOC ( Emergency Vehicle Operator's Course ) instructor told me he would ride in a pursuit with me anytime. I am very good at that sort of thing.
ReplyDeleteBut I hated every one. Most pursuits only last a mile or two, until they wind up in the ditch, or tree. Races often end the same way.