After going outside to shovel newly fallen snow, I was quickly reminded why I petitioned the state last year to ban the use of wood stoves in neighborhoods. What used to be an enjoyable morning exercise of clearing walks and driveways for myself and certain other neighbors is now stifled by wood smoke that fills the air in our middle-upper-class neighborhood.
Noise? We have ordinances.
Junk? There's an ordinance.
Loose dogs? Same.
Spewing clouds of choking wood smoke? Be my guest.
It's said that good fences make good neighbors. The older I get, the more I believe that the best neighbors are the ones who live at least a half mile away.