Things I Find in my Basement #37

Back when I still had a house of my own, I also had a basement. 


The police came about a noise complaint
In 1988, as now, we were renters, the Bacon Provider and I. We lived in Burlington, Vermont. 

On June 19, 1988, we played Pink Floyd’s “Time” as loud as we could. It was a record we had. Back then, we played records, and we made cassettes to play in the car.

Someone nearby must have called the police on account of the noise.

I remember thinking this was all pretty funny.

These days, we have a storage closet in the basement of our apartment building, and we have to go down there to “take out” the trash. There is a fellow who lives down there who looks and sounds and seems a bit like Young Sideshow Bob. He seems to be about the age we were in 1988 when we played music too loudly.  The sounds we hear coming from the basement of this building are mechanical;  Pink Floyd’s “Time” would fit right in.

I think Young Sideshow Bob also smokes in the basement because the smell of cigarettes comes up into our bathrooms late in the morning when most people have left for work and the building is quiet. We usually see Young Sideshow Bob when he goes outside to smoke; he stands next to the building, or sits on a low wall there. This spot outside our building is visited by many people, and serves as the Crying Lounge for the McDonald’s employees who work around the corner. 

My very first paying job, outside of babysitting, was working the night shift at an Arby’s in the late 1970s. This was my opportunity to learn that I was actually a “white” person, and I learned how to count change, to punch a clock, and to smoke. Even though I wish the folks who work at McDonald’s would go someplace else to smoke or have words with each other or talk on their phones, I do understand that working the register at a fast food joint is hard and sad and worth complaining about.

3 thoughts on “Things I Find in my Basement #37”

  1. I have no use for Pink Floyd, now or ever. I do not have nostalgic warmth for it, either. I considered it stupid stoner music when people listened to it in high school. I believe my husband liked how it could demonstrate the quality of his stereo system.

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