My town is wonderful. I love how hiking is five minutes from the house, that alternative places to shop exist outside of Walmart, and how a romantic date between S.M. and I costs less than $8. What I don’t like about my town is the noise.
It’s gotten louder here over the years. I remember when Winter came that all the tourists would disappear, but now people are everywhere. The streets teem with cars. Harley’s roar past in spite of the noise laws.
Why do Harley’s think it’s cool to drive so loudly down the street? Some of us like to finish our conversations, not be interrupted because the noise of a passing motorcycle drowns out our words. Sometimes, the, ‘Look! Notice me,” kind of bike is really a negative.
And the guy I complained to one day during lunch had no idea his roar offended me or even stopped our conversation. He never thought about it at all. It made me realize how many people offend who don’t know they offend.
Or maybe we all can try to be a little less offended? A little less super-sensitive?
Or maybe those Harley’s can keep their roars down so people like me can continue our conversations uninterrupted?
I sure miss quiet winters.
On another note, I’m still working on that Trinity article.