A True Story from the Triangle neighborhood
March 13, 2012 | 11:12 PM

For many years I have leased a house so close to the Triangle, we can hear it every single night. Unless, of course, we are busy making WAY MORE "NOISE" (a.k.a. MUSIC and ART than them. Which we do. Professionally. And so do our neighbors. This ALWAYS goes on until the weeee hours before sunrise, whereupon it starts all over again. (And let's face it, our music is the only way to drown out the horrific NOISE of landscaping, garbage removal, construction, and other industrial endeavors that no one seems to complain about. Hm...)
And yet we all get along! Yep! So much so, that, once upon a time when a (*very rich*)Writer moved in to our neighborhood and started demanding quietness from everyone (including dogs, children, sports teams in the park) and calling police at all hours to complain --- (who then HAD to follow up on these anonymous complaints) -- which then caused the neighborhood to distrust and argue amongst ourselves for the 1st time. Things were coming undone, quickly. UNTIL we all realized that WE, the PEOPLE (and animals) (and businesses) of our long standing COMMUNITY were being HARASSED by this odd new presence.

So we stood up for each other. We made it impossible to launch specific logical "complaints" to any one of us. For example, bearing witness to sound checks, creating more "noise" than ever in opposite directions, investigating the rights of animals to bark in their own homes, parks, etc. And it worked. The writer sold the house and moved on. Harmony in the hood has been fine ever since :)

So.
Let's not give up, no matter what happens for now.








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