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StartALawnCareBusiness
03-13-2008, 11:01 PM
I found this article interesting.

The town of Lookout Mountain, Tennessee has heard a complaint that lawn equipment should not be used after 6:00 P.M.

The complaint states that lawn equipment is noisy and disturbs the peace of quiet summer evenings.

What are your thoughts on this?

Keith

http://chattanoogan.com/articles/article_123822.asp

Quote[/b] ]Roy Exum: A Whiner Among Us
by Roy Exum
posted March 13, 2008


Roy Exum
When the Lookout Mountain Town Commission was confronted by a whiner at its monthly meeting on Tuesday, Mayor Greg Brown wisely deferred the notion of not allowing any yard work after 6 p.m. to the April meeting.

And as I read the account of the ridiculous idea on Chattanoogan.com Tuesday, it saddened me that some “coupon cutter” is so sorely out of touch with today’s world, he doesn’t realize that last Sunday we began Daylight Savings Time a month early to take better advantage of our waking hours.

For any town to limit times when grass can be cut and to suggest Sunday afternoons be spent for more pleasurable pursuits than working in one’s yard, that is an indication our whiner hasn’t spent much time of his own at such toil and doesn’t realize that for many who do, it is a second income as they try to raise their families.

As one who was confronted by such a whiner early in life, I have a great solution once we learn the man’s name because, long ago, I came within a whisper of demonstrating my point to such a jerk.

When I was in high school, my brothers and I would work for my grandfather, and he was one who believed if the sun was shining, then you were late for work. So in the summers we’d all pile into whatever there was available to drive around 5 a.m. and light out for a long day.

Ever so often I would walk out in the back lot to find some vehicle to drive home, and there were a few days when all that would be left would be “Big Red,” a monster of a dump truck that had a pretty good roar when you’d hit the switch.

Near where we lived was a crotchety ole guy who slept with his windows open, and around 4:45 in the morning, he didn’t like it a bit when I fired up “Big Red.” Further, the big truck had air brakes, and you’d have to sit for a few minutes waiting for the air pressue to build and the lines to fill.

Now, I usually didn’t have to resort to “Big Red,” but on those rare occasions, it sure beat walking. One day, mother told me I was banned from bringing the big truck home because this jerk had not only been hateful and rude to her, but had even made a formal complaint to the police.

Well, two of my brothers wanted to go over and immediately leave a bruise, but, because I was the thinker, I came up with a great scheme that would not only get even but would demonstrate just perfectly the kind of person who would step between a bunch of boys and our zeal to make a dollar.

So, the next day I got our lead carpenter to figure how much fresh chicken litter I could fit in the back of “Big Red,” and, knowing Mr. Scrooge would be away for a few days on some trip, I then called a family friend who was in the chicken industry and arranged to pick up a couple of tons of the droppings. Like I say, I’m a thinker, and I was wildly bent on making the jerk a stinker.

Well, I had it all set up, but, as only fate would have it, my grandfather bumped into “Mr. Chicken House” at some luncheon, and after “the boss” laughed at my idea and agreed the symbolism was perfect, he quickly forbade it and told me to behave myself.

So, when I read about this latest whiner in our midst who doesn’t like to hear a lawn mower when he dines on his porch one night out of seven, I wondered anew if it wasn’t time for the boys in the Streets Department, the ones who cut grass and haul trash in the summer afternoons after they get through with their daytime jobs, to spread about a two-inch pour of chicken litter around the whiner’s screened-in porch.

That would be just perfect, and, after he learned a necessary lesson that some folks in this world of ours have to “catch as catch can,” even the whiner would be amazed at how green everything would grow once the smell wore off.

justin_time
03-13-2008, 11:07 PM
Quote[/b] (StartALawnCareBusiness @ Mar. 13 2008,10:01)]I found this article interesting.

The town of Lookout Mountain, Tennessee has heard a complaint that lawn equipment should not be used after 6:00 P.M.

The complaint states that lawn equipment is noisy and disturbs the peace of quiet summer evenings.

What are your thoughts on this?

Keith

http://chattanoogan.com/articles/article_123822.asp

Quote[/b] ]Roy Exum: A Whiner Among Us
by Roy Exum
posted March 13, 2008


Roy Exum
When the Lookout Mountain Town Commission was confronted by a whiner at its monthly meeting on Tuesday, Mayor Greg Brown wisely deferred the notion of not allowing any yard work after 6 p.m. to the April meeting.

And as I read the account of the ridiculous idea on Chattanoogan.com Tuesday, it saddened me that some “coupon cutter” is so sorely out of touch with today’s world, he doesn’t realize that last Sunday we began Daylight Savings Time a month early to take better advantage of our waking hours.

For any town to limit times when grass can be cut and to suggest Sunday afternoons be spent for more pleasurable pursuits than working in one’s yard, that is an indication our whiner hasn’t spent much time of his own at such toil and doesn’t realize that for many who do, it is a second income as they try to raise their families.

As one who was confronted by such a whiner early in life, I have a great solution once we learn the man’s name because, long ago, I came within a whisper of demonstrating my point to such a jerk.

When I was in high school, my brothers and I would work for my grandfather, and he was one who believed if the sun was shining, then you were late for work. So in the summers we’d all pile into whatever there was available to drive around 5 a.m. and light out for a long day.

Ever so often I would walk out in the back lot to find some vehicle to drive home, and there were a few days when all that would be left would be “Big Red,” a monster of a dump truck that had a pretty good roar when you’d hit the switch.

Near where we lived was a crotchety ole guy who slept with his windows open, and around 4:45 in the morning, he didn’t like it a bit when I fired up “Big Red.” Further, the big truck had air brakes, and you’d have to sit for a few minutes waiting for the air pressue to build and the lines to fill.

Now, I usually didn’t have to resort to “Big Red,” but on those rare occasions, it sure beat walking. One day, mother told me I was banned from bringing the big truck home because this jerk had not only been hateful and rude to her, but had even made a formal complaint to the police.

Well, two of my brothers wanted to go over and immediately leave a bruise, but, because I was the thinker, I came up with a great scheme that would not only get even but would demonstrate just perfectly the kind of person who would step between a bunch of boys and our zeal to make a dollar.

So, the next day I got our lead carpenter to figure how much fresh chicken litter I could fit in the back of “Big Red,” and, knowing Mr. Scrooge would be away for a few days on some trip, I then called a family friend who was in the chicken industry and arranged to pick up a couple of tons of the droppings. Like I say, I’m a thinker, and I was wildly bent on making the jerk a stinker.

Well, I had it all set up, but, as only fate would have it, my grandfather bumped into “Mr. Chicken House” at some luncheon, and after “the boss” laughed at my idea and agreed the symbolism was perfect, he quickly forbade it and told me to behave myself.

So, when I read about this latest whiner in our midst who doesn’t like to hear a lawn mower when he dines on his porch one night out of seven, I wondered anew if it wasn’t time for the boys in the Streets Department, the ones who cut grass and haul trash in the summer afternoons after they get through with their daytime jobs, to spread about a two-inch pour of chicken litter around the whiner’s screened-in porch.

That would be just perfect, and, after he learned a necessary lesson that some folks in this world of ours have to “catch as catch can,” even the whiner would be amazed at how green everything would grow once the smell wore off.

This is ridiculous

That's where I perform the most after a nice supper at home so yeah.. this makes no sence

UniversityLandscapers
03-14-2008, 01:39 AM
We have by-laws similar to that in Vancouver, stating that you can't produce excessive noise between 7PM and 7AM...blanket laws that cover everything.

The only way it's ever enforced though is if a neighbour makes a complaint...I imagine it would be similar in this situation. Interesting that they single out lawn equipment...

Steve
03-14-2008, 03:06 AM
I would think a lot of home owners would be against that because if you work all day and want to come home and mow your lawn, 6pm is still early in the evening.

Maybe 9pm instead?