What I Would Give for Some Peace and Quiet

What I Would Give for Some Peace and Quiet

Not much drives me crazy. I am a very even keel kind of guy. My passion is roaming Manhattan looking for new eateries with fresh and appealing fare. I am open to almost any cuisine and, as such, I don’t expect to run out of new places. This is going to be a lifelong adventure. When I come home, I am fulfilled, if not fat and sassy, as they say. I am ready to relax and watch TV or read a good book. I enjoy the peace and quiet. This may sound odd for a social butterfly who will talk to any neighboring diner in a restaurant of any style. I guess when the evening is over, I am done socializing and telling stories.

Lately, however, my mood of enchantment has been broken by screaming kids playing basketball right outside my den window. It happens every day after school. A new hoop was recently installed next door and the kids are having a rip, roaring time. I like them to have fun, but I sure wish it was on another block. The dribbling is like Chinese water torture. I have to turn on some music or the TV. I wonder how much more I can take. I will have to stay out later until the kids have to go in for homework or bedtime. When summer comes and it stays light until nine, I will be out of luck.

I am planning to talk to my neighbor, but I hate the role of spoil sport. I will have to find another solution. After some contemplation, I am considering installing an in ground basketball hoop for them in the nearby park. I would have to get permission from the city I suppose and research the cost. It would be a nice gesture for the youth of the neighborhood and would certainly solve my noise problem. I would come off as good neighbor Sam. Little would they know my motivation. My friends think this expenditure is a little extreme, but frankly they praise my ingenuity. One said “if you can’t lick ‘em, join ‘em.” Ha! I was never a basketball fan as a child and was always last on the high school team. The coach suggested I take swimming or volleyball as an alternative sport.

My decision is pending and maybe you can help me decide. What would you do? Spring for the hoop or sit and shut up. When you live in a family neighborhood, you have to expect the kids to be rambunctious. It is better than roaming about town getting into trouble. Looking at it from that point of view, I may just sit back and try to enjoy life.