How far should a government go to keep order in the community?
I don't think Mohave County government goes far enough in making the non-municipal parts of the Kingman area pleasant places in which to live.
If it were doing the job, you'd never read a line favoring annexation in this column.
But the reasons a lot of folks are gun-shy at the thought of being part of a city include fear of government incursion in their lives.
Out in Indian Wells, a desert community near Palm Springs, an elderly resident is facing what he considers an unfair move by the city government: The city wants to take his dogs away because of the ruckus they've caused nightly.
An article in The Desert Sun, Palm Springs' Daily newspaper, states that James Rosenbaum's four German shepherds have barked so long, so loudly and so frequently that city officials (to say nothing of Rosenbaum's neighbors) have had it up to their collars with the noisy quartet.
So there is a movement in the works to take Rosenbaum's dogs away from him.
On one side, it appears a classic case of big government stepping on the rights of the little guy.
After all, the old guy has no one but his dogs to keep him company.
Those meanies at city hall are just out to get him.
On the other side are Rosenbaum's long-suffering neighbors, one of whom was quoted in the Sun as having put up with the dogs' barking nightly for five years.
Hey, nice ol' guy or not, that's just damned long.
Another part of the article hit the nail on the head, as far as I'm concerned.
It's just a matter of respecting your neighbors."
This lack of respect for the other guy is sadly, all too common in the Kingman area.
Sure, you like dogs.
So do I.
But I don't like dogs that bark all night and I don't see how the people who own them can stand it, either.
I also like rock music – although the 1950s stuff is far better in my book than the new, hip-hop style.
But that, too, is a matter of choice and just because I like it doesn't mean that I should play it at top volume on my home CD player.
I like country music, too (the new country, that is), but if I find myself playing it too loud on my truck radio, I'll turn it down – especially when I approach a stop light.
I really like motorcycles.
But that doesn't mean I should rev up my motor early every morning, jam down the quiet residential street or rap my exhaust pipes out while tearing through a vacant lot on my dirt bike.
On the other hand, I shouldn't have to listen to noise from stereos (a block or more distant) so loud that I cannot hear my television set.
I shouldn't have to listen as neighbors work on their cars early in the morning or all day long, revving up engines and playing loud music.
I should not have to fear leaving my gate open during the day because a stray dog might enter my property, ruin my flower garden and attack my old cat.
Yes, it's just a matter of respect.
Let's all show some to each other, OK?
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The Cabbage? Well, you should know by now.
I'm handing out crates of the loathsome leaf to those inconsiderate oafs with the loud stereos, the noisy dirt bikes and the loud, loud street motorcycles who insist on dragging me into their lifestyles.
A King's (Queen's, that is) crown to the reader who brought to my attention a motorcycle problem she's having in her Butler area neighborhood.
Thanks and good luck!