There is a magic in sounds of yesterday
This essay is a more serious take on the sounds of summer, a topic I wrote about recently. It comes in response to friends who chimed in via Facebook with some precious memories from their past here in northern Chautauqua County. I feel obliged (happily) to share those memories and to recollect summers of my life at a time when the world was a bit quieter. Don Stachowiak recalls “the evening bark” of neighborhood dogs participating in a “group chat.” Ned Divine remembers how his “Shep” used to sing in the “doggy choir” that really took off with the sirens of ...
