I don’t know which is worse: the high-pitched shriek of a child in full melt-down or the sound of thirty or more Harleys as the local biker club goes roaring down my street. Though I simply move away from the screaming child, upon the bikers I heap colorful invectives urging them to drive their bikes en masse off the end of a pier.
What is worst is when there is a cacophony of noise. For example, I knew a person who liked to listen to one type of sporting event on a radio while watching another sporting event on the television all the while trying to have a conversation with two or three other people in the room.
I think I did go mad during that episode.
The worst noise pollution I heap on myself when I turn on the cable news outlets and watch the talking heads screaming over each other about the current antics in Washington. Why do I do that to myself?
I must be a masochist.
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Miss Pelican's Perch 
October 23, 2017 at 9:48 am
I am extremely relieved to find out I’m not the only person who urges those motorcycle people to take a very long drive off a short pier….
October 23, 2017 at 9:50 am
Just their bikes… I don’t want anyone to get hurt…. 🙂
October 23, 2017 at 12:41 pm
You should come to my house now. Demolition of the hallway walls, breaking down of the walls and stuccos in the other rooms. two commercial air filters running in separate parts of the house , cutting of the wood for repairing of the walls and the windows, my daughter coughing like crazy because of the dust……..
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October 23, 2017 at 12:44 pm
yuck!