They paved paradise
The old airport (that had been illegally operating a landing strip for years) was transformed into a new mini Grand Prix racetrack that roared for hours at a time on weekends and weekdays. A sound study was done that equated the noise to a helicopter port—something it never was—and a good PR campaign was rolled out to make us and our neighbors sound like nattering nabobs of negativity.
Bobby and his family were offered a new home six miles away. They took it. Last month, the noise from the racetrack was so loud they could hear it in their new home. The older bungalow kids are having children of their own now and hoped to continue the communal experience with their families. But the peace has been broken by a need for speed. Race cars don’t move as fast with mufflers. The town fathers have decided that the racetrack can operate seven days a week from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. (8 a.m. on Sunday). The only noise abatement required is a recommendation by the engineer that we install insulated windows in our bungalows and homes.
Think about my story as you vote in November. Your local officials have all the power they need to make your paradise hell on earth.