Chapter 25
Sunday, June 11, 2006
  noise pollution
tonight I went to a church in East Greenwich. As I was leaving the building and walking to my car, I head crickets in the woods around the parking lot. Honest-to-Joe crickets! I couldn't believe it.

When I just got back to my house in the city and walked in from the driveway I remembered why hearing crickets just half an hour earlier was such a bizarre occurance. Surrounding me now are the all too familiar sounds of the police sirens, revving engines & squeeling tires, and the air conditioner unit on the high-rise apartment near my house. Ah, yes...this is my neighborhood.
 
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