My husband, Bill, and I moved to Everett 55 years ago when it was a charming, sleepy, small town by the Bay.
It has over the years become a large, busy, active one filled with noise.
There were 14 saw mills below our first house that ran day and night, and the all night clanging of the railroad cars did not encourage a deep sleep. It took a while to get used to them and the yard and gardens full of cinders. And the smell!
Many of our residents are retirees who are enthralled with the beauty of the mountains on every side and with the bay, which provides swimming, sailing, fishing and many other water sports.
The only problem seems to be noise!
The cranes at the south end of the port were ugly and blocked a bit of view. The call to colors at the Navy base is too loud also. On Wednesday some poor fellow’s letter told the Rubatino Refuse company that their trucks were too old and noisy!
My heart goes out to them, but my brain reminds me of the days when “Our Hearts Were Young and Gay.”