Quiet, Please!

I've been living in San Diego for almost 6 years, sheltered in a sweet little beach community by the name of Ocean Beach (OB) - my Pot O'Gold at the end of Interstate 8 West. In all the time I lived there, the only disturbances were the usual noises heard in any neighborhood. Ben, Lola and I have been living in Tater now for about five months. In the past few weeks in particular, the noise of San Diego has grown more and more apparent to me. It seems no matter where we go (with the exception of Ocean Beach, of course), the sound most audible is the sound of Interstate 8. I am beginning to wonder how anyone can stand to live in this noisy city.