I hate summer in Detroit. Much as winter wears you out physically, summer has a set of issues that are even more dispiriting. Years ago, I looked forward to summer weekends, but the noise level in my neighborhood is such that I pray for rain on weekends. I cut back on planting flowers etc etc because it's impossible to enjoy the outdoors when at any given point - at least after about 12 noon - some of my neighbors may begin blasting music at volumes which are inconsistent with any sense of sharing a community with other human beings.
I've had the walls rattled in my home at 2 or 3 in the morning and actually on one occasion had to get up and get dressed to ask the humanoid to turn his stereo system down [[I had elderly relatives spending the night). It is so enraging, actually an act of contempt and disrespect.
I laughed today when I read in the New York Times that Hank Jones, a grammy award winning jazz pianist, would practice for hours at home using an electronic keyboard with headphones on so as to avoid disturbing his neighbors' peace. I love him for that alone. As I write this, it's about 10:00 p.m. on a Wednesday night and one of my neighbors' music is audible throughout my home. I typically work an 8 to 11 hour day and when I get home I just want a little peace. In the winters and cooler months I can get that rest, but in the summer it's a little dicey.
Don't say call the cops because they have never once responded to a noise call in my neighborhood. This is Detroit.
Detroit is hell with harsh winters and never more hellish than in the summer.
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