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Originally Posted by BrandonJXN
Chicago is loud but I've gotten used to it. I live in Portage Park. You can hear the El from all over the city, firetrucks/ambulances/cops blare every 15 minutes, honking excessively, garbage trucks crashing dumpsters into each other at 4 in the morning, and the steady stream of airplanes landing at OHare. Every once in a while, a motor cycle gang will rumble by. I'm used to it however. But as loud as all of that is, nothing is louder than being under the Kennedy whenever the Blue Line roars by. That is loud. Even then I'm used to it. I find it comforting. I'd be more alarmed if Chicago was totally silent. Silence is more nerve racking than noise.
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I used to say the same thing living in New York. Then I had two kids and moved to the burbs, and I haven't been jolted awake by a car alarm, garbage truck or honking car in over four years. It's wonderful. Instead my ears are bombarded right now by the sounds of countless birds singing and our brook bubbling down the hill. In fact, I always brag to my city friends that we lucked into the quietest block in a ten mile radius around New York. And I'd be willing to go toe-to-toe with any block out to twenty miles. This map is a nice confirmation of my theory
Aside: When I lived on the Upper West Side, there was an entrance onto Central Park Drive at the end of our block. So every morning there would be a steady stream of cars down our little side street. On trash days the garbage truck would take their sweet, passive aggressive time about lumbering down 90th, blocking traffic entirely. Commuters stuck behind would occasionally lay on their horn, sometimes for five or ten seconds at a time. This would be at 7 am! So I started throwing things from my fridge at the cars below. Usually a hunk of cheese or a biscuit. If the guy was a real a-hole, an egg. Then all our neighbors started doing the same thing! It was awesome. Just Irish confetti all down the block! Once in a while, if we were lucky, a douchebag would jump out of his car and stare up at us menacingly; and we would all laugh and yell at him. Good times