The view from my window

Remember the smoker next door? He bought an outdoor wood fireplace. Try to imagine that immediately below your window, upwind by five feet. The first time, we didn't figure out what it was until 1:30 AM. We let it slide. This time, we were not going to let it go on all night.

We went over there to ask them to put out the fire. No one answered the doorbell. Why? Because they were outside by the fire and they had shut all their own windows. Thus, they couldn't hear the door chime inside.

We then climbed the fence and talked to them about the smoke. To his credit, he did appear to be embarrassed and put the fire out immediately.

The backstory:
Density my mixed feelings about living the low-carbon urban infill life.