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I hate noise. I don’t like honking cars or sirens or the sound of people walking on top of me — but that’s life in the Big City and there is no escape from noise. Even suburbia is polluted with sound — lawnmowers, leaf blowers, motorbikes and snow blowers. Everything every day adds to the cacophony of clanking we must all bear with our ears.
Holding hands skipping down the horizon.
The Times Leader of Pennsylvania ran an interesting article — citing an unnamed research study — arguing poor children in the urban core are more likely than their richer peers to grow up obese, yet malnourished.
I was in a cab yesterday, and my driver pointed out a drug arrest happening across the street in the Jersey City Heights. He was more interested in the bust than I was. “There, see?” he asked. “Three guys in handcuffs. Seven cops and three unmarked cars pinning in the white car. That was an undercover horse bust. Big one. You won’t see those guys on the street again.”
Should cities be in the business of drawing lines in the sand between what is free speech and what is not?
Or should the public — the community of citizenry — be the overlord of deciding what is and what is not acceptable conduct in the public square?
Jersey City is melting!