

The older I get, the more I enjoy Sunday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet
solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded
joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Sunday morning
are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming
cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as
a typical Sunday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to
hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in
order to listen to a Sunday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an
older-sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the
kind - he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling
whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles."
I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say. "Well, Tom, it
sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well, but
it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to
believe a young fellow should have to work 60 or 70 hours a week to make ends
meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."
He continued, "Let me tell you something, Tom, something that has helped me
keep a good perspective on my own priorities." And that's when he began to explain
his theory of "a thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person
lives about 75 years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average,
folks live about 75 years. Now, I multiplied 75 times 52, and I came up with
3900, which is the number of Sundays that the average person has in his entire
lifetime.
"Now stick with me, Tom. I'm getting to the important part. It took me until
I was 55 years old to think about all this in any detail," he went on, "and
by that time I had lived through over 2800 Sundays. I got to thinking that if
I lived to be 75, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.
"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble it had. I ended up
having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home
and put them in a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next
to my gear. Every Sunday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown
it away.
"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really
important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this
earth run out to help get your priorities straight.
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign off with you and take my
lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning I took the very last marble out
of the container. I figure if I make it until next Sunday, then I have been
given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more
time.
"It was nice to meet you, Tom. I hope you spend more time with your family,
and I hope to meet you again here on the band. Good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off.
I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work in my basement
that day; instead I went upstairs and woke up my wife. "C'mon! I'm taking you
and the kids to breakfast."
"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing special. It's just been a long time since we spent a Sunday together
with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy
some marbles."

You don't want your simcha to be a source of tzaar (pain) to others. You may have to live near a hall to really understand it, but a wedding hall brings crowds and noise and honking - through all hours of the night. On my block, where there is a catering hall, neighbors have missed sleep for weeks in a row. Some homes on the block get more of the noise than others do, but we all suffer greatly.
Even otherwise caring people get carried away by the hours of music and dancing. When going outside into the street after attending a simcha, they don't suddenly settle down. They shout in the street and honk their cars - even at 4:00 a.m.!
You don't want to turn your wedding into a source of tzaar, chas v'shalom. You don't want to chas v'shalom make the zivug "nisht messugal." We would like to be mochel, but this is too much.
Please have rachmanus (compassion)! You can make your weddings somewhere else. If you do, we all will wish you a mazal tov.
My neighbors and I are in the process of arranging a din Torah with the catering business on our block, since it is illegal and against the din for it to be there. (We have this in writing from a city official.) But regardless of politics, baalei simcha should be sensitive to the innocent neighbors.
The following is part of the letter that we sent to the Beis Din:
Rabbi [----], Beis Din Coordinator Recently, however, some unexplained irregularities of procedure have resulted
in a large-scale catering hall being built there. This business operates, on
an almost nightly basis, throughout the late hours of the evening and into the
early hours of the morning. Needless to say, this is a source of discomfort
and even suffering to the residents of the block - due to the many disturbances
that typically accompany such an establishment.
Among the grievances suffered by residents is the Disturbance of the Peace throughout the night until very late hours - often past 4:00 a.m. Boisterous
crowds of people - wedding guests, family and staff - naturally and as would
be expected, create quite a commotion in the street while they exit the premises,
loiter, load their equipment and continue on their way. There is the disturbance
caused by the honking cars and idling buses waiting to bring those people home.
Vehicles are often illegally parked. Many of the weddings are held out in the
street in front of the hall, the music and ceremony loudly carried through the
streets via an outdoor public address system. Besides all of the noise, there
is also the glare of the bright lamps shining from the hall's outdoor fixtures
onto our street and into our homes.
These offenses to "quality of life" are not to be underestimated. Residents
can go for weeks on end without a single decent night's rest. We must keep our
windows shut even during the summer to keep out the noise, but the disturbance
is so loud, it penetrates nonetheless.
One mother runs her air conditioner all night, even during the winter, to
allow her children to sleep. To avoid the glare of the bright lamps and photo
flash, we must lower our window shades when we are indoors and cover our eyes
when we go outside.
Also, the waves of hundreds of guests, who arrive or depart by car, only exasperate
the problem of traffic congestion the block already suffers. (Hatzalah vehicles
have often been held up.) Convenient street-parking formerly available to residents
has been usurped by the hall's staff, customers and deliveries. At times, vehicles
are illegally parked: in front of or even inside residents' driveways, on sidewalks,
in front of hydrants, doubly, or in the unexplainedly instituted "No Standing
Zone," which is de facto for the exclusive use and convenience of catering hall
associates.
In monetary terms, we estimate the cumulative loss of property value to homeowners
at fifteen million dollars ($15,000,000), based on the difference in bids received
prior and subsequent to the construction of the catering hall and the commencement
of its business operations.
To our knowledge, there has been no permit granted for the construction of
the catering hall or for any of the associated disturbing activities. If there
is any certificate the hall management claims to posses, we would request and
demand a review of how such certificate was granted to them and how it is possible
that they are in compliance with the applicable regulations.
We would demand as taanoss mamon that [----] and/or its administrators pay
for the costs of damage to property value, quality of life, productivity and
pain resulting from their behavior.
Much of the problem might have been mitigated had they not violated the building
codes that require by law that buildings - even school buildings that really
are legal - have a driveway yard. This is even the minhag among many yeshivas.
Satmar, Bobov, Chsan Sofer, Stolin, Kaminetz, Munkatch, Klausenberg, Torah Vodaas
, Torah Temimah, etc. - they all have a yard/parking area on their OWN property.
[----], however, did not build a driveway and even extended their building to
steal from the reshus harabim public sidewalk - without city or neighborhood
permission.
Therefore we would also demand as a tviah that they knock down some of their
building AS THE DIN AND THE LAW REQUIRE. This would not be a catastrophe for
them, as they have a one-story wing of the building that isn't used for much
besides a lobby in which ladies can wait for a ride. Even if it would be a catastrophe
(and it is not! I repeat, it is not!), Beis Din must consider the rights of
the neighbors as the halacha determines. A gazlan does not receive mercy to
avoid returning what he stole simply because he wants to get rich at the expense
of the victim.
Thank you for your interest in this matter.
Sincerely,
Dear Rabbi [----]:
[----] Street between [----] and [----] Avenues in Brooklyn is a residential area
- home to dozens of families.
Families and Residents
of [----] Street Between [----] and [----] Avenues
in Brooklyn, New York