Hoboken Legal Beagle – 11/21/2008
I meant to get this puppy up a few days ago – and it slipped my mind!
Calgon take me away!
“Dear Hoboken 411 Leagal Beagle:
I live over on Newark and Observer and EVERY morning at 6:00am “IT” begins.
There is a traffic light on Monroe (and Newark) that takes you to The Lincoln Tunnel and Jersey City ect it DOES get a lot of traffic, this I understand. My problem is the traffic cops that direct the traffic by blowing their whistle ever 3 seconds. What happened to simple hand gestures? It’s not like the people in the car can hear the whistle… only the people that live in that area.I work a lot of late nights and to be woken up like that every morning is my own personal torture but I feel worse for the girl living on my hall that is getting over cancer. I’d imagine all she wants to do is rest and get healthy and she has to listen to that every morning!
Most mornings it makes me want to jump off my balcony but I’m afraid the fall would would only leave me mangled and I would have to lay on the concrete and listen to the whistle, everyone honking their horns AND the ambulance sirens that will have to come and save me! I have lived here for a while now and this corner has just gotten unbearable. The amount of construction, cars, buses, whistles etc is enough to drive me crazy. What can I do? (and don’t say sell my place bc we all know that in this economy that is not an option!)”
Hoboken411 Legal Beagle says:
O the joys of life in the big and not so big city.
There is no legal way to stop the police from directing traffic. Maybe your city councilperson could help out in this situation, but that would be a long shot and would require you to get other frazzled residents involved.
Your problem is common and short of moving there is no way to stop the outside noise from being noisy.
I did find a possible soundproofing solution called a “sound blanket” that you could order from “Soundproofing America” or if all fails you could pump up the ipod and sing along to this old message about city living:
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they justDont care
I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under