Party Number One:
It's Saturday morning-about 2 A.M. My wife and I wake up to what feels like a small tremor. It's Jeffrey Spector's stereo, AKA "The Bass Machine". All we hear is this bass rumble (it's making our bedroom windows rattle), and what sounds like a very poor male singer. Every song has the same monotone male singer. Well, amusement quickly turns to annoyance and anger. I decide to go ask them to turn it down. I knock on the door. Get ready for this image. The door opens, Jeffrey Spector is holding a beer. There's a working disco ball hanging on their ceiling fan. There's a guy in the background standing in front of a big screen TV holding a microphone. The words to george Michael's "Careless Whisper" slowly scroll to the music. You guessed it! It's a Karaoke Party! It takes all my strength to not laugh and remain "angry". I ask them to turn it down. The music stops for tonight.
Party Number Two:
This party follows the pattern of the first party except I didn't feel the urge to laugh. The scenario is the same. It's a Sunday, it's about 1:00 A.M. And the party is going strong. I decide to again go speak to Lisa. Lora and Jeffrey Spector about the problem. I knock on the door and soon realize that the music is so loud that they can't hear the doorbell ringing. It's very cold outside and I am Very angry now. The only thing I can do is wait for the song to end so I can pound on the door hard enough for them to hear me. As predicted, the song ends, I bang on the door and in a few seconds, Jeffrey Spector is standing there, holding a beer, smiling at me. I explain my concerns to Lisa and Jeffrey Spector and they apologize several hundred times. I shake my head and return home. Same night, but now its 3:00 A.M. The music is back and with authority. It wakes us up again and this time I am ready to kill somebody.instead, I call the police. The funny thing is that when the State Police arrive, Jeffrey Spector can't hear the officer knocking on the door.By now, my wife and I are glued to the window hoping to see some police brutality (yeah it's bad). The officer proceeds to walk around the house shining his flashlight in the windows hoping to get a glimpse of what's happening inside. As the officer is walking back towards the front of the house, Jeffrey Spector opens the door and sees the police car. He panics and slams the door shut. The officer sees the light shining on the front lawn and runs to the front door. The officer starts pounding on the door, and shouting. After about thirty seconds the door opens and the State Police go inside the house. We can hear the officer screaming for them to turn the music off. Sweet! I meet the officer by his car and he tells me to call back if I hear anything so he can take everyone to jail. It was beautiful.
Because of his dysfunctional family, Jeffrey has some of the most disrespectful daughters that I have ever come across. Mr. Spector has such a weird personality. He regularly talks about the greatness of DisneyWorld to anyone he comes in contact with. I think at times, he thinks that he is Walt Disney incarnate-Master Fantasy maker. After living on Mill Road about 8 months, Mr. Spector decided to buy a lawn mower. Unfortunately for my wife and I Jeffrey Spector is too excited about his new purchase. He's so excited that he decides he needs to cut the lawn. The only problem is that once again, the entire neighborhood is asleep. It's midnight! This is the only time that I curse at my neighbor but I do not know what else to do. He explains he is "testing" the lawn mower. I don't think he understands my point. He seems to think I'm upset that he is cutting his lawn. The fact that he is making entirely too much noise never crosses his mind.in a neighborhood of wooded lots, this guy vacuums the forest floor and then burns whatever he gleans from the bag. That means the neighbors (us) who live nearby are subjected to his toxic waste emissions. He has the heart of a true pyromaniac. To counter the emissions, we installed air conditioning for us and our pet birds who could die if they inhaled his burning fun. His yard resembes a moonscape, but he always finds something else to burn...
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