I’ll be honest: I pine for the days when I was a source of noise complaints on my street. I’d try to be a good neighbor, knocking on doors before parties and handing out my phone number in case things got too loud, issuing pre-emptive invites to those likely to be receptive (you can’t very well report a party you’ve been invited to, can you?), but when the 2 am DJ came on, and the floor was flexing underfoot and it was just too hot to keep the doors and windows closed, well…it was good to be young.
But now …