New Neighbors Upstairs
by Scott Hardie on September 10, 2006
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Jackie Mason | September 11, 2006
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Denise Sawicki | September 11, 2006
STOMP STOMP sounds like my old neighbor, at all hours of the night. Of course he'd turn around and scream at me if I turned on my stereo at a low volume at any time of day or night. :P
Lori Lancaster | September 11, 2006
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Anna Gregoline | September 11, 2006
Sounds like my old neighbor, affectionately named, "Clompy." =)
Now we're on the top floor and with a foot of cement between the floors in an old schoolhouse building, we hear nothing except the hum of the old-style elevator.
Love it. The police sirens get to me on this busy corner, but not being able to hear your neighbors is golden.
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Tony Peters | September 10, 2006
yeah that is one of the great things about finally owning (well paying the mortgage) our house...the closest neighbor is 40-50 feet away...of course having the house means I spent the day working in the yard a building a fence (sigh)