THE INCIDENTAL SOUNDS OF OUR WORLD
Loretta said “How they get in THERE?”
Kicking Ice on Harris Street.
Short and Sweet–When I was little and spending the night at my grandmother Sugar’s house I’d lie in bed late at night and listen to the trains moan as they passed through Macon. Now we have them right in our neighborhood. After you live here a while the trains become a comfort—-like the hum of an oscillating fan or the play by play of a late night baseball game on the radio.
Tommy and Paul—-not recorded by us, but found on a cyber walk one winter day when we longed for baseball.