I love family gatherings and celebrations. Where a decade ago, several of us celebrated our children’s graduation from high school, we now have other families whose children are reaching that milestone. And I might have grown too accustomed to much-less boisterous gatherings as I aged.
Yet I can now self-identify as not just a pooper-scooper but as a party-pooper. A family down the street, and I presume, their relatives and friends, were celebrating from mid-day Saturday late into the night hours. The party was still going strong when my wife and I tried to go to sleep. I walked the several houses down to the party. It’s getting late, please turn it down – we can hear it through our home half a block away.
They were pleasant. But the message did not get passed along. (I asked in Spanish and in English.) I then made a call.
Law enforcement soon requested them to turn it down as it was near midnight.
Our other neighbors and I were able to get some sleep.