Sunday, June 03, 2012
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It was a Sunday to remember. Festival in the Park weekend, I had company from Friday to Sunday morning and had planned on spending the day down at Elmwood Park. But the neighborhood seemed so unusually quiet that it was nice being home. Even the drug dealers seemed to be taking a holiday, no constant back and forth of the same cars and the ear-piercing mopeds running back and forth making their deliveries.
No pickup trucks rattling and bouncing down the street with all their lawn equipment cracking and bouncing up and down, causing dogs to run along the fence barking and chasing them. The usual inordinate amount of tow-truck traffic was nonexistent. Hopefully, that meant there were no wrecks to respond to. I don't recall hearing Carilion's helicopter taking off and landing either, and a very noticeable lack of sirens from both police and fire. I'm sure they appreciated that and made their day more enjoyable.
It was especially pleasant not to hear some kid walking down the street having an argument over the cellphone with every other word being a four-letter one.
So the longer I put off leaving home, the more I was enjoying being home and decided to take advantage of the holiday of peace and quiet and stay home. I made a day of doing nothing, except eating and enjoying the company of man's best friend, my dog.
I decided to call it an early night and went to bed at 10. That's when it hit me, and it was too much to bear.
It was stone-deafening quiet. I couldn't hear any noise: no planes overhead, no trains out back, no dogs barking, nothing. Dead silence. I couldn't go to sleep for listening for some sound that the world had not ended outside.
I finally had to get up and go out on the rear deck to make sure I was still in Roanoke. So glad I did, for it was so beautiful to look up and see the Star red, white and blue. Once the drone of traffic from Interstate 581 hit me, I knew Roanoke was at least still moving along.
Is there something about Memorial Day weekend that brings about such rare silence to this usually most abnormally noisy neighborhood? The last time it was even anywhere near such quiet was several years ago when we had almost 2 feet of snow on the ground, and things really did quite literally come to a halt.
I might just have to take a sleeping pill to get through this silent night. My God, what am I saying here, I need noise to go to sleep? No wonder someone wrote those famous words, "There's no place like home for the holidays." Oh, what a beautiful one we had in Roanoke this Memorial Day weekend.