Re: ghetto blaster
This reminds me of how I drove-home the message that I didn't like incnsiderate nieghbors.<br />One who installed systems for a sideline, who liked to test at 12midnight sometimes.<br />Then there was the bouncer,who didn't care when I had to get up and go to werk, or what my preferences were in 'music'.<br />And let's not forget party animal accross the canal, who had an unlimitted entertainment bugjet, but lives in a real dive....<br /><br />These 'nieghbors' got lessons in common coutesy, or lack therof, by me, all in thier turn.<br /><br />After one overly-loud party, I went over to 'party animal's home' , and asked him politely to turn it down, which he did,--long-enough for me to get back home. I met my niegbor accross the street, who had also been kept wide awake by this mutant's noise. I asked for his understanding and forgiveness, for what I had to do in the morning.<br />At about 1 hour after the boom-boom had been shut down, and the party had obviously ebbed (about 4 am), I cranked-up my bro inlaw's inline merc on the muffs , and did some high RPM tuning .<br />

<br /><br />The 'installer' got his lesson one fine Thursday morning about an hour before the sun rose. I got dressed for werk, hopped in my truck, and drove out in front of his home. I had my truck's stereo cranked to the max on my favorite morning newstalk station, windows down.<br />Then ,I popped the hood, got out and cussed at the engine until, (out of the corner of my eye) I saw the curtains crack-open... Then I slammed the hood down got in my truck, still cussing, still cranked to the max, and drove-off.

<br />That one had the brass to actually confront
me about it!!<br />I explained how I understood his notion that I was an inconsiderate arse-muncher (cleaned-up for this fine site), and how I fealt (AGAIN), about his testing systems at 12 midnight on a wednesday!! He got the point, but still isn't talking to me anymore..We used to be somewhat friends.<br />

<br /><br />Then there was the 'bouncer', who got the "Chainsaw" song while I fished the canal one fine morning before the bass went on the bite (abt 3 or 4am)... He also contacted me about the engine tuning, when I explained my morning 'fishing' song, and he got the point.<br />
<br /><br />It's too bad parents no longer instruct children about common courtesy, and how it goes a long way in forming nieghborly bonds. It's too bad that we live in such a mobile society where people move into communities, and find themselves the only ones hated by thier nieghbors -- and the need to periodicly indoctrinate the newcommer to the ways of mutual respect (a task that used to be performed by parents).