One of my good friends was eager to point me toward this story. Evidently, city officials in Sydney, Australia, have had success dispersing gangs of thugs by playing Barry Manilow over the loud speakers. The kids hear Barry wafting over their blaring 50 Cent, and they scatter like flies.
I have made no secret of my affinity for Barry Manilow. You have not lived until, at the end of a long day, you've rolled down the windows of the mini-van and crooned along with "Mandy" while you're en route to your suburban grocery store. (I have also made no secret of my utter lack of coolness, so just hush). My Hubs, who is for the most part a highly "evolved" male who is in touch with his softer side, nonetheless draws the line at Barry Manilow exposure for our boys.
Anyhoo, back to the thug story. I'm feeling a little encouraged at the potential this holds for my rowdy household. If Manilow works on a bunch of riot-prone hooligans, then I'm not afraid to crank him up at my own little band of occasional trouble-makers. Hello, peace and quiet!
Remember to come back tomorrow for Works-For-Me Wednesday! Guidelines, if you need them, can be found here.
