Dear Washington DC Police Department and Emergency Services:

Friday, January 21, 2005 | comments (5)
I understand the use of sirens in an emergency. I can even understand (sort of) using your sirens when you're transporting our esteemed President to one of his many high-dollar, high-brow dinner events. However, there seem to have been many buses and limos over the last two days that have received a police escort through our city and I guess what I'd like to know is: Who are all these people and why do they need to be escorted with sirens at 1:00 a.m? I'm fairly certain that a busload of people, no matter who they are, could do just as well to wait at traffic lights for that taxing 2-mile trip to their hotel. But maybe I'm just being 'quaint.'

Here is the bottom line. I'll get down to brass tacks: You are disturbing the peace in my neighborhood. If I were playing loud music in the streets at 1:00 am, somebody would certainly call and complain and I would most likely be told (by you) to stop. I'm asking you as politely as I can: please stop.

And now a brief message for all you out-of-town, suburbanites honking your fucking horns outside my window, you need to learn that being in the city means that sometimes you have to sit in traffic and be close to other people. I know proximity to others probably makes you uncomfortable, but just because you feel threatened is no reason to engage in this senseless chest-puffery by making noise. I find it strange how people generally seem to understand the futility of honking when they are sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the highway. But for some reason when they're sitting in the same sort of traffic in the city, they feel the urge to express their discontent with a horn honk. It does no good, guys. Really. Now, I've been known to honk my horn a bit myself now and again. But there is a time and place for horn honking, and it is not when you're sitting in traffic at 1:00 am on a congested city street when there is nowhere for anybody to go. Would you like me to come to your neighborhood and honk my horn outside your house all night? Because I can have that arranged.

Sincerely,
Confused and aggravated

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maybe you should take a weekend off for a little country excursion my friend. something in the way out. where you can see all of the stars, and hear the exquisite rumble of the emphysema in your chest. it's haunting.

Posted by j on Jan 25, 2005 at 12:19:10 AM
Yes. I've been thinking a little camping excursion would do me good . . .

Posted by Rothko on Jan 25, 2005 at 11:49:13 AM
Wow, I am so glad I moved to the "country". I do not miss Newport at all. Of course, it's winter and the snow hushes everything...

Posted by on Jan 27, 2005 at 11:58:05 AM
What? I can't hear you?

Posted by Rothko on Jan 28, 2005 at 8:35:18 AM
weeeeeee! a light dusting of snow is planned for the metrohex this evening. I can't wait for the silence.

Posted by j on Feb 01, 2005 at 11:23:21 AM
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