Naughty Neighbors - 2010-02

There’s – the guy in the split-level who believes his new 1,200-watt subwoofer is a public good. At 11 p.m. on a Tuesday, as you’re trying to wind down from a 10-hour shift, his living room becomes a nightclub. The drywall vibrates. Your toddler cries. He yells, “It’s not even 11:30 yet!”

As the groundhog prepares to make his annual prediction, perhaps the only forecast that matters is this: the naughty neighbor isn’t going anywhere. He’s out there now, revving his snowblower at 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday. The only question is – what are you going to do about it? Naughty Neighbors 2010-02

Take the case of Ronald and Patricia K. of suburban Cleveland (names changed for legal reasons). In January 2010, their neighbor’s tree dropped a limb on their garage. The neighbor refused to pay the insurance deductible. Ronald retaliated by trimming the offending branch at 6 a.m. with a chainsaw. The neighbor called the police for a noise violation. Ronald then installed a 6-foot privacy fence – painted high-visibility orange on the neighbor’s side. There’s – the guy in the split-level who

Welcome to the suburban battleground of 2010. Forget terrorism and economic recovery. For millions of Americans, the real front line of daily stress is the six feet of grass separating their home from the next. And a new term has entered the lexicon to describe the culprits: the . The Sins Next Door What exactly makes a neighbor “naughty” in 2010? It’s a sliding scale of passive-aggressive terror. The drywall vibrates