The sounds of my childhood were defined largely by the fact that we lived close to Lake St. Clair-- on a dead-end street, which meant to go anywhere you had to go to the lakeshore.
I remember the summer sounds of speedboats (Ruhhh-boom... Ruhhh-boom) and the autumn sound of a freighter's foghorn (O00000h-Ahhhh). Sometimes I still listen for that at night, even though I live far from the water.
I remember so much about the street and I am grateful I am still friends with so many including you and your family. A deadend street didn't allow us to rush as much.
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