I heard loud, mechanical noises and…screaming? Little dogs yipping? Silence. Noise and screaming/yipping. Three or more times. Was someone torturing another with a chainsaw? Toward campus and the horrible noises I nervously piloted my bicycle. And then nearly fell off it laughing.
A hapless gardener stood in a yard with a leaf blower.
Next door, maybe 8′ away, plastered against the hurricane fence, was a pile of children at the Montessori preschool, their fingers wrapped around the chain-link, gleefully anticipating the blast of noise that allowed them to scream their tiny heads off without getting in trouble.