Norm Sanders, Ocean Shores
Ocean Shores was swamped by a mega-decibel barrage of noise on Saturday night (and Sunday morning). A doof party was in full swing somewhere close. We tolerated the bump-bump, bumbity, bump, bump until 3.30am when we couldn’t stand it any longer. Since sleep was impossible anyway, we got in the car to find the source.
It was so loud we thought it must be someone on our street. Nope. We went farther and farther, stopping to listen as we progressed towards the ever-increasing thump. Our ears led us to the old Pacific Highway, left on the Sewage Treatment Plant road, right on a dead-end street to a full-scale doof, complete with deafening amplifiers. It was only a few hundred metres away from houses in Ocean Shores. How inconsiderate is that?
We called the cops, but were informed that there was only one car on duty from the Tweed to Byron. (On a school-holiday Saturday night! State govt budget cuts, no doubt.) The police were already heavily involved in a domestic and couldn’t help. So we put pillows over our ears and tried to sleep. The doof finally wound up at 8 o’clock Sunday morning.
It is bad enough to be subjected to all this sleep-depriving noise, but to learn that this large area only warrants one police car on Saturday night is shocking. Don Page, where are you when we need you?