There Goes the Neighborhood

I was a walking fool this morning.

After logging in the qualifying 3.20 miles, in 1:13:39,  to earn a medal for the Virtual Run Like a Ninja 5k -- only, instead of running like a ninja I walked it like a snail, it was so nice outside that I kept walking until I hit the 4.0 mile mark.

Next up is the Peter Cottontail 5K week after next so, between then and now, it will just be short stints around the complex towards that goal of 100 miles by year's end.

A few days ago, I noticed a lot of activity in a building across the street, next to the field where Tent Guy use to live, that’s been vacant since I first moved here. The building looked to have been a church at one time, so I assumed it would be a church again.

Not!

I captured a photo, on this morning's walk, of what appears to be a bar.

Across from a senior complex?

I don't think so.

Very little bothers me but, with nothing much to do except complain, it seems everything bothers most of the residents.

In fact, we use to have a bar adjacent to my end of the complex, next to the donut shop.

Since I’d not been on that side of the street, or anywhere near the donut shop (until recently when my sugar addiction has sometimes been out of control -- they have great apple fritters), and since the sign on the establishment said “Cleopatra’s”, I always thought it was a dress shop. Then I began hearing neighbors complain about how noisy the bar across the street was at night.

My response was always, "What bar?" until Casino Lady pointed it out and said she’d called the police numerous times about the noise and young guys fighting in the parking lot.

Others complained of hearing the noise and seeing police activity, as a result of noise complaints by residents.

I never heard a thing.

Even my next door neighbor complained of the noise and hearing shots fired one night.

I didn't even hear that, even though turns out it was someone being shot and killed with a rifle, which residents said was a loud BOOM! Police and ambulance were  observed, it happened during a time I would have been awake, watching television, still I never heard a thing.

Of course, the bar having already been on notice because of the complaints, was forced to close its doors permanently after that incident, and neighbors were once again happy with having peace and quiet at night.

A bar opening now, on the other end of the complex, isn’t going to go well.

So tick tick tick on how long before they complain until it too is forced to close.