A learned friend of mine used an interesting, if sickening, word the other day. No, he said. I mean smoking smells bad to other people. And so society, through government, is entitled to regulate and restrict smoking.
People drive by our house regularly with their car stereos turned loud enough to shake our windows.
Other people park sloppily up and down my street, taking up extra spaces. Still others fire up circular saws, drills, and Shop-Vacs as they remodel their houses. In the yard behind us, tenants barbecue chicken on warm summer nights. A thrifty neighbor collects huge bags full of discarded soda cans. Every Tuesday, on trash collection day, Chinese and Vietnamese old people who live in the nearby housing projects tear apart our garbage sacks on the street, looking for recyclable aluminum and glass.