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Hoagland Corn Farmer

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In Hoagland, there is a farmer who has a large plot of land that is approximately half a mile from my community. In the summer, he grows about 300 acres of feed corn. He has a small barn, a large barn, and a few pens for animals. In front of the barns is his small ranch style home.

In the autumn, he harvests his corn and as the year pushes towards December, you can see that little by little, Christmas decorations begin to show up on his buildings. Around mid December, he begins to play Christmas carols through a very loud speaker system. These carols are loud enough that you can hear them clearly at my residence...

Background Story

Last year, one of the residents of my neighborhood complained about the loud music. She is one of those nosy types that is always in everybody's business. She figured that if she complained to the property manager here, something could be done about the music being played on the farm.

What she did not realize is the fact that the farm is a completely different property and that the manager here could do absolutely nothing about the carols, except call the police and try to have them do a noise complaint. The police did not, so the carols continued. They continued this year and probably every year going forward.

The phone call went something like this:

Anna: I am getting complaints about loud music at the property. I am going to go out there and write up some violations.

Me: You can't.

Anna: Why not? It's against the rules.

Me: Because the guy playing music isn't on the property. It's the farmer down the road.

Anna: What?!? That guy is at least a mile down the road!

Me: HA HA HA, I know! He plays that music LOUD.

Anna: Oh well, Mrs. Nosy-body is gonna have to suffer.