Saturday, September 01, 2007

And You Thought That Was Bad

Yesterday evening I was sitting at home, my windows open in honor of the late-summer warmth, when I heard a ghastly sound. A series of long, drawn-out scraping noises, like metal on metal, that went on for several minutes. A slow-motion car wreck, I wondered? A misguided attempt at do-it-yourself sewer repair? And then it hit me: One of the neighbor kids has taken up the violin.
God help us all.


Karen Murphy said...

My grandmother made my dad practice the clarinet in the car. (She was in the house. It was parked somewhere. Garage? Driveway?) Sadly, I notice that this explains a lot.

Daisy said...

About his musical ability, or his hearing?