My neighbor, who's street name was "The Swan", had a very active social life. Many of his guests drove what were known as "Boom Cars". His friends would stop by to say helllo and stay five minutes. The swan had fifty or sixty such visitors most everynight. The windows would rattle in our basement apartment.
I had neighbors who lived above me who had a neat hobby; It was lifting their furniture up over their heads and then dropping it.
We used to "shark for parking." Like the shark that never sleeps, we would cruise endlessly , looking for someone to leave a parking spot, so we could finally come to rest.
The reason I am telling you this is because, a few years back I wished to move to suburbia to relieve our suffering from urban blight. We had to present a case of our "Urban Indignities" when we applied to live in the buccolic suburb where we now reside. The tribunal that heard our case granted us suburban asylum. The kicker was the four "boots'' that I had received for unpaid parking tickets and the throbbing vein in my neck.
So if you finally get fed up with living downtown and apply for asylum in the burbs, don't leave out the gory details when presenting your case.
Be mindful that initially you will find it hard to sleep in a neighborhood without people screaming and car horns honking half the the night.
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