The Endless Streetcar Ride into the Night, and the Tinfoil ...

From far off in the bowels of the house I heard two chimes "Bong" politely. It sure didn't sound like our doorbell. We had a real ripper that went off like a broken buzz saw, more of a BRRRAAAAKKK than a muffled Bong. This was a rich people's doorbell. ... I could never quite catch into Helen's right ear. I told her my great story of the time ... ................
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