I just wanted to wish theloop all the best for the New Year.
Oddly, my neighbors find that ringing in the new year requires a call to the local police force to complain about noise at 130am. For six years, not a word from them about much of anything, not a welcome, not a pie, not a “welcome to the neighborhood”. But tonight, to wish us good tidings in this holiday season, rather than looking up our publicly listed number to ask us to keep it down in case we were making more noise than we should, the chose to spend taxpayer money to signal their neighborliness…
What’s become of us that we can’t even handle the most elemental social interaction with neighbors? When did having some fun on New Year’s eve become something worthy of a call to the cops? How do neighbors who never bother to speak to anyone most of the year, feel it appropriate to speak to their neighbor through the intermediary of the police force whose job it is to keep drunk drivers off the road or stop violent crime?
I’m saddened by this turn of event. The puritanical anonymity which characterizes our society is shameful. Why not invest in a phone call or in a visit next door to get to know your neighbor? What’s become of the “welcome to the neighborhood” apple pie?
Let’s resolve in the New Year to get to know our neighbors. Let’s promise ourselves not to handle though the police a matter that social beings typically handle with a face to face conversation or at worst a phone call.
I live at 33 Byron Lane and my number is 9148341640. If anyone wants to get in touch with me about my lawn, my fence, noise at my dinner parties, grass length or just to say hello should feel free to call me.
Save 911 for moments that matter.
Happy New Year,
photo: Garry Knight