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Originally Posted by ApS
Good luck...
We're at a place that is still on a dead-end dirt road. The dirt road was probably built at the beginning of the century— two centuries ago!
The maple-syrup "factory", employing a half-dozen people (and their horses) is long-gone— one century ago.
Even when you think you're at your little dead-end dirt road paradise—enjoying a quiet sunset—not long afterwards, you can count on someone setting off fireworks...starting Fridays.
Where do these people, bent on ruin, come from?
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Only problem I have are some target shooters that I hear every now and then. One of my dogs is scared stiff of gun shots. Probably was a deer in her last life and got shot.
I find that its the noise that excites people. If a gun didn't go bang or a car race or football game was silent or a radio could only be turned up to a low level, who would even bother?